作者birdperson (过於喧嚣的孤独)
看板poetry
标题[创作] The Lake
时间Mon Apr 3 11:28:26 2006
Sitting beside thee,
"Never weep, my sweet," thou whisper,
And tears drop into thy tea,
"Be closer, say thou will never leave me here."
Collecting thy tears,
I mean nothing but thy everything;
Gathering thy pieces,
I am thy rhyme and thy theme.
All sank thy whines, thy leg, and thy smile;
"My immutable love will stay unseparately."
Drizzly the day when I miss thee, thy smell
huddles without against, nestles on my shoulder exquisitely.
The calm glistening lake stills in my palm reminding me of something good,
But I wonder the translucent mind of mine would be never understood.
4/3/2006
To My Little Wings
S. Ying Ho
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