Endless

Now is winter, my love
My imagiation is full of feather and cotton

Untender mobile phone brings up your untender emotion
But I feel so warm even like the strong drink and chafing dish

Flowers are still on the stalk
I fantasized my son when it begin to snow
He will jump into a womb in future
Just like a terror

This is the first winter that I live alone
The frail understanding of myself has become deeper and deeper
Except my beard, I can't find anything to deal with

by todd zhang

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So much ideas and imaginations but somewhere incomplete I think. Still a good poem and likes.
I was so sorry that i forgot said, this poem translated bya friend, she is a high school students.
Interesting Todd, but you're sort of speaking your own language. Not clear what you're trying to convey with some of the images.