My this week’s writing challenge for WOLF PUBLISHING.

Aureate dandelions illuminate the grassland,

Possumhaw timbers studded with bloodshot berries.

Oak couch with booze is indeed so grand,

Your waiting tandem writhing for bringing us to the fairies.

But the flaming sun is waiting at the beryl sky,

And the squirming soft puffs yearning to douse me in.

Your frail fence is fruitless and makes you cry,

Release me pass this threshold today to let my life begin.


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韩瑞雅 Han Rui Ya

Loves learning, reading, writing and teaching.

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