[Guangdong] Huang Lihai
Some Things Are Rearranged
The world hides in its subtle changes
In the morning, the coffee is wafting its scent, as rays are emitting from the nest
Outside of window, the low olive trees still maintain morning’s moisture
The fine footsteps take your hearing to the distance
I REMEMBER
Anna Kokot
In my secret box
I’m collecting
taste of green tea
colourful memories
from childhood
from past
stone from the bottom of heart
and needle with drop of blood
red treasure
my...