The flower that blooms earlier before dawn Its subtle fragrance hides among blossoms Not dazzling splendor or glory The flower deeper than night where bold words shedding their armor Tipsy in the breeze Blossoming sweet whispers When thunder cleaves heaven and earth Torrents shatter the flowering season Beams tear open lungs and heart Eaves plunge into the well’s dark heart When father’s tall figure collapsed into shattered  jade When the courtyard’s brilliance fades like a broken oath Dissolving ghostlike into air When drunken flutes pierce the bloom of youth A trembling candle’s tear Blooms into a stark and solitary pistil In the calloused hollow of a slender palm In the rubble beneath staggering  feet Mother Flower Blooms upon the mute earth of home Like the original clear sky in chaos…