Bright sunlight scorched through wintry trees,

sparking off ripples,

diamond-like on the water's surface.

vibrant, pleasing,

perfect pose,

perfect photograph,

protected, shielded from outside news.

bombs.

terrorists.

war.

murder.

ignorance is bliss, they always said,

and here

the children still dash through the river naked,

and families still camp atop hills and meadows,

and someone's newspaper is spotted,

fluttering through the air like white pigeons,

forgotten,

for now.

--By Yue Lin, 'Untitled II'.

Written in England, by the Lake Windermere.

(I apologise for my extremely long absence, I have been in beautiful England for the past three weeks or so, please forgive me. Much appreciated.)

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