Caught By its tide, a swirling light, Pulled to its core that carves my sight, Not noticing That shattered glass can sink my path, And melding, upon a paper of grey, From the heart of the dragon, With its fiery breath, from endless depth, Spurring its flaming cracks, Streaming beyond time from the genius's mind, Though now cold for the awe of an instance, And all reflections Petrified. Yet the same Passion Burns ablaze, soaked in every hollowed piece, And combined Into One Eye, So those who are beside Be caught, Willingly, Nonetheless. 颜水龙，「旭日东昇」，马赛克壁画，日新威秀影城二楼 观之有感，行诗以记之。 2008/4/23 初见 2008/4/29 成诗 -- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Let not a drop of desire Disturb the heart in ripples ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ --

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