文／何强
“脚下的那片泥土，每抓起一把，都一定会攥出血来。”
-- 诗人芒克
遗失的梦乡，被新焙的红茶唤醒，宠自己一回
弄箫独醒，呓语自唇边滚落，灵动的泛音
空灵摄魂，心在瑟瑟地颤抖，散乱的平仄
Love is the soil
Play the flute
— miniature Prose poetry
The author/HeQiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
Loss of sleep, be awakened new tea roasting, spoil your time
Play the flute wake up alone, self-pity since his lips moving, the clever overtones
Empty the masterminds, the heart in the se se shiver, scattered level and oblique tones
何强
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发表于 2013-12-7 07:35
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