Bounded in the
Frame of a window
Of the bus by night
Is the girl so careless!
The unruly hair
Painting sleep on her eyes,
Dreams running in her closed eyes
Ready to down pour
Any moment
In tiring streams.
Her youth
Roaring like a turbulent sea
And caged in her
Soft and bare arms
Now smooth and fragrant
Like petals of jasmine
In the bashful moonlight.
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