上周的网页浏览次数

2011年4月14日星期四

The vase is not used to flower




I have a vase
Not to flower
She tall gracefully embedded the shadows of time
Together with time silence
Everyday I for her change into half a bottle of water
Looked closely at her those subtle rift
In white neck
Sometimes fear saw another pair of eyes
She said she has nothing to do with flowers
So I put the past elaborate clip
A plug in zhizhi
Another zhizhi pulled out
If one day I die
I have this blessing
Lay quiet in her arms
Together with the buried in the grass in underground

没有评论:

发表评论