中国大好き

Xing Fei
SITUATION

sounds of bombs
falling
from the west
along
the fields
still without crops
coming
to the city
a tiny tremble
very tiny
no-one feels it
except
a baby
who cannot sleep

Tr. MW, May 2015

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