Then
Suddenly
I saw myself
among the dead
hiding my face
in an umbrella in the rain,
in a black
cloak,
like an evening
shadow.
I wanted to sing
a song, a strange song
about horses,
cranes and ships,
just a song that has neither flowers nor
birds,
neither
sunrises nor love-affairs.
But my lips had
been sewn together;
my ears ,
filled with earth.
Then suddenly
the sun rose.
![Black umbrellas and a masked face](https://cms.qz.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/reuters-pictures30.jpg?quality=75&strip=all&w=410&h=231)
--Bobby Yip
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