Headlong, headlong, headlong…
the two way flowing road sticks to the bottom of daylight lake.
Asphalt and gravel, warnings with geometric shapes;
the unbroken lines on both side
are as solid as river banks. There are no marks
to show the white dizziness of chasing waves
The figurehead of sailboat, this image
was sculpted in the centre of city square.
Streets are connected and dissolved
here. He, the only pair of eyes, heavily
dig into emptiness as four sides’ windows dig into him
No risk at all. All crests and crevices have been taken photographs，
as well as stars to mark the universe.
I’m on the way , a stalemate
that is equally far from start and finish;
that acts the way as black and transparent.
Have you ever bumped into the sunset magnificently walking the dense forest?
Beams of golden light, passages of secret path, silent
as gold
Silent as the puffing cigarette
that aglow face. 作者: 北林 时间: 2022-10-15 17:11
谢编辑通过作者: 沙漠 时间: 2022-10-15 17:13
赏读问好！作者: 北林 时间: 2022-10-15 17:18
问好沙老，谢来读