作者Noamy (侠紫玄心)
看板poetry
标题Mother
时间Sun May 12 14:37:39 2002
I have praised many loved ones in my song,
And yet I stand
Before her shrine, to whom all things belong,
With empty hand.
Perhaps the ripening future holds a time
For things unsaid;
Not now; men do not celebrate in rhyme
Their daily bread.
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