A Poem I Wrote
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You live like a caged bird
even when the sky is open.
Your heart is steady like the qingxin flower,
growing high where few can reach—
beautiful, distant, untouchable.
And yet…
you are as gentle as glaze lilies.
You say you keep your distance
to protect others.
But I wonder—
is it protection
when it leaves you alone?
You are always ready
to stand beside someone,
to carry burdens that were never yours.
Yet you never let anyone
stand beside you.
You say it is because of karmic debt.
Because your past might hurt those who come close.
But sometimes
I think you simply do not know
how to let someone stay.
Still…
you wish for ordinary things.
A quiet life.
A moment to rest.
But instead you keep fighting,
loyal to promises that were never fair to you.
And lately…
you seem lighter.
Even with all the weight you carry.
Did you find what you were looking for?
Or… did it find you?
My qingxin.
Your smile is rare,
but when it appears
it feels like sunlight breaking through clouds.
Your eyes—golden and sharp,
like they can see straight through the world.
And the way you care…
You hide it so carefully.
But I see it.
You show love through small things—
a silent gesture,
a quiet presence beside someone.
You think it is nothing.
But even the smallest piece of your heart
feels like warmth.
And somehow…
that is more than enough.
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