[Poetry] Pack

away in a step
dead already stringing shapes
wailing responsibly
fever on a flavor

suffering
means longing pending

the time is over
pack it up
if the sword is already stuck
then he drew a shouting breath

honey is indeed difficult to wait
that is the thread that is always knitted
bloom does take patience
beautifully landscaped garden

your lantern
enter the unseen world
praise and glorify
testify and contemplate
practice and share

Which one do you know?
nonetheless
fire
wind
water
then land

angry
fantasize
modest
and sturdy

hopefully your mum hustled