| 影云 |
12-09-2004 10:59 |
我这只鸟 :)
The Me Bird
I am destined to fly
By myself
In Night’s sunshine
And Day’s moonlight
Seasons come and go slowly
Along the fading horizon
My feathers bearing the heaviness of time
Fall one by one
Through my journey
Before smelling that Blue
I have not looked at myself in the mirror
Still waiting, and waiting
For the color’s pureness
Reflects the weary
And quest
Of featherless
Me
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A tongue twister:
This poem has a same title
as Pable Neruda’s The Me Bird
he is a He Bird,
I am a She Bird.
We are not same birds
but each of us is a Me Bird |
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