Poetry

Taiwan jumps…


Tears my hairs and brows have sweats.


Karma made is fires to eat.


Whistle back are classes to classes.


Light will go and very fast.





Spaces of times are houses with guards.


Spaces and fields are human marks.


Tyrants’ fronts are babe kisses.


Pure to think are masters’ pieces.





Cruel in minds will smile in fronts.


Spheres have scopes are bad but one.


Send our sparks are spit and fly.


Search our laws and all may tries.





Jump the laws are lionized faces.


Crouch but leaps are sleeve with aces.


Taiwan jumps on bits to win.


Golden divided are binary mean.





Speak to laws but being stirred.


Guards in houses are most are dirt.


Taiwan jumps and hats are three.


Free as grasses and free as winds.


----------Cheung shun Sang=Cauchy3--------