Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
March 30, 2026

The King of the Diamonds

By Hongri Yuan

The King of The Diamonds

The sun was rising in my breast
I woke up finally
say goodbye to the night's nightmare
the world was lit up by me
this is actually the real me.

There is no longer day and night
there are no longer newborns and death
I got myself back
before there was no earth and heaven
I have existed from the beginning.

The world is just my works:
a picture, a poem
a symphony.
give me a stone I will turn it into the king of the diamonds.







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