By Leila Lyu

Oh, Leila, lift your eyes and open your ears!

Let the world tell you what is true

Day after day, there is only have cold air that around

By Amy Seng

The cloud weeps salty tears that

fall down, down towards the

everlasting ocean of ice,

and on that infinite horizon, a

bird cage waits,

By Leila Lyu

I want to fly

for my dream is

to fly with wings,

By 付亦冉

By Ruhaan Bhargav

A concealed force hides beneath us all,

Lurking in our minds, with its deceiving nature;

By Cindy Wang Shuran

我进入一个雕塑

雕塑痛苦

我进去

By Cindy Wang Shuran

If I quit winking at the night,

find myself peeking out of the window,

a remote sensing feels it:
the deforesting metropolis,

By Cindy Wang Shuran

Hand me the drapery
So that the sky darkened grey

Covering upon— “N’existe pas”

stampful crate

Rushing to français

By Cindy Wang Shuran

The light perch’d
On the fringe
Of a window-sash
Upon the curtain they alight