Ben Jie

Blue shadow






There are lots of gold but they shimmer within the blue shadow.
Why have their shiny surfaces do nothing to relieve this strange dark?
There’s fire in there but why does it gives no warmth?
Strange isn’t it? How ironic.
But it seems that nobody else has noticed
and probably, no one ever will. Why?
Because people are just too busy dealing with their own strangeness.
Why would they even bother understanding such complexities
when they are already satisfied judging a shape just by looking on its single side.

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