One Poem Every Day, Poetry

No. 211 “Poetry Laughs” – 2/8/16

Poetry needs to laugh, and I,
I feel like hiding away in the clouds in the sky,.
Wearing the blue mountain mist,
Holding the sun in my fist.
Look at the mountains all tangled with trees!
I go across the backs of the hills as I please.

-zu

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