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10-06-2004 10:00 |
隨想
Untitled
[1]
At dusk
Birds homesick
Flock into the western sky
Fading
Into the sunset
Like stars
[2]
Laughter
Crisply burst
Out of somewhere
In the mist
Holds off
The falling
Of Night
[3]
A tiring heart
Looks into a dream
For another
Trying to fill out
All questionnaires
Of Life
And falls
Into the void
Of Mystery
[4]
Something
I think of having
By holding it tight
Ends
With my heart
Exhausting
So, I let it go
It returns me
A stream of pleasure
I lick
Little by little
[5]
What did I say?
I look into your eyes
Deeply, commanding
Your answer
Am I mystified?
Or vaporized?
Non, Madam
Only nonsense
Survives
In a world
Where all senses are
Gone
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