Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Wings of Light

"...The music of the giant is the honey of soul..."

Wings of light

Every day is a dreamland, and if you see my golden palace in heaven?
Yes, many interstellar kingdoms twinkle within the little room of stone.
The music of the giant is the honey of soul, which gives you wings of light,
Yet you are surprised at the time had never passed,
the one who wearing diamond armor yourself out of the world.






Translated by Manu Mangattu

Article © Hongri Yuan. All rights reserved.
Published in the August 26, 2019 issue .
Image(s) are public domain.
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