Is God being or pure force? The wind
Or what commands it? When our lives slow
And we can hold all that we love, it sprawls
In our laps like a gangly doll. When the storm
Kicks up and nothing is ours, we go chasing
After all we’re certain to lose, so alive—
Faces radiant with panic 作者: 如花 时间: 2014-12-19 19:57
阅读,学习。。作者: 闽中林木 时间: 2014-12-20 16:11