J.M.C.

Silk Robes of the Emperor

The silk robes moving
in the back of the glass.
Goldish, obstacles sparkling
on the silk robes.

Souls coming and wearing
the silk robes as if they own them
but you can't see them.

Dying of hope to come alive
to rule again as
emperors of China.

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