Sofia Wutong Rain
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Bio:
Sofia Wutong Rain grew up in Beijing, moved to the USA for education, and is currently residing in the UK. She loves to write and is passionate about seeking ways to express herself, including piano and photography. Her works have appeared in The Banyan Review and The Tiger Moth Review.
Highland impression: Stone
They are eying from the shore – unlike yesterday, nourishing lichens and ivies over the highland and the castle unlike the day before, reminiscing and rain-soaked tumble, tumble Stones are water, stones are earth
They will migrate as the town’s asleep to form circles ever since the Bronze Age wearing mosses like their skirts or like blankets, for they do sleep tooStones are velvet, stones are green
They spell life, they spill secrets I look into their faces, and discover a humming and a breathing skin Stones are children, stones are wind
They will migrate as the town’s asleep to form circles ever since the Bronze Age wearing mosses like their skirts or like blankets, for they do sleep tooStones are velvet, stones are green
They spell life, they spill secrets I look into their faces, and discover a humming and a breathing skin Stones are children, stones are wind
if we keep walking like this we will become tree
if we keep walking like thiswe will become treewalking and breathing – the only things about me to tell every tree how beautiful they areespecially those tiniest ones – in a world without us, they shall live even the fallen logs used to be tree – don’t disturb, they are only taking a nap on a fern bedding on the seafloor of the Pacific Green…if we keep walking like this we will become tree whatever you are, used to be – will be forgone in the Pacific of trees
I want to keep walking like this and become tree to always walkto only breathe
I want to keep walking like this and become tree to always walkto only breathe
Waynetown motif: small village sun
Small village sun knows the village as the only village Small village sun reveals the earth as the only earthSmall village sun breeds similarly the men, the fallen houses, the beans and corns Small village sun recognizes under the daylight I am a vagabond Small village sun isn’t small it grows my hair, growing like a plant my hair be the proof Small village sun nurtures similarly gossips and rules in a flat tone Small village sun is smallit still doesn’t grow my orchard Small village suns cover this planet, from globule to globule
For the sake of my orchard I sloth…Small village suns – small villages proliferate or erased home be home Small village suns – what about me and my orchard-to-be what about home…
For the sake of my orchard I sloth…Small village suns – small villages proliferate or erased home be home Small village suns – what about me and my orchard-to-be what about home…
Arcadia
let me admire you, Sakura even though I don't know who you are between the purple and the cream – how could you catch the sun so well, and the rain? the days blush in your petals shy – ah, but I must talk in language de fleur – there is a storm tonight
but you, Sakura, must have been aware so are the demure white lanterns from where the great storm is born
I'm here in Largo when the world blows in nothing but a wind whirl from heaven to earthcaught only by my skirt......
but you, Sakura, must have been aware so are the demure white lanterns from where the great storm is born
I'm here in Largo when the world blows in nothing but a wind whirl from heaven to earthcaught only by my skirt......
