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.
* * * *
Anonymous
Jacob G.
Kurtis B.
Munky
Zidane K.
Return to class group poem.