Read Poem: KEY, by Shu Ji

He buckled the door
Like refusing the next spring
Stamping down the newly sprouted fallen leaves

Melancholy afternoons lit by candlelight
Long threads glisten in the woods
A little amber squeezed out of the intersection of dusk and night
Moss covers the wounds of the riverbed

He changed the key
Open the enveloping snow

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