Carefully, the artist
\nreleased their wings
\nfrom the eternal clasp
\nof the jade.
\nIts dust
\ncovered his fingers
\nwith lichens.
\nIts translucent birds
\nwoke up the light!<\/p>\n
My fingers tremble
\ntouching their surfaces,
\nas if they would
\nfly away
\nif I were
\nnot tender.
\nIf I did not honor
\nthe soul
\nthat opened up
\ntheir cages.
\nThe lips that
\nlovingly kissed them
\nwhen he finished.<\/p>\n
His jade children
\nrobust and beautiful
\nas he became dust.
\nHow wonderful
\nthat person was!
\nHow gracious
\nthe stone,
\nto give up its treasure.
\nHow gracefully
\nthey fly on my mantle.
\nHow delicate
\nthe green aura
\nof their bodies,
\nthe music
\ninside their silence.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Carefully, the artist released their wings from the eternal clasp of the jade. Its dust covered his fingers with lichens. Its translucent birds woke up…<\/p>\n