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
不经意触动那首憾颤心弦的埙曲，麦地沉默，吹起相思的涟漪如梦如嫣
古巷轻别，沾满泥香的脚步，捧着血红的玫瑰，一声静远唏嘘
流年被风吹落的诗签，和着天籁悠然的旋律，云过无痕
Love is the soil
Soft and beautiful dream
— miniature Prose poetry
author/He Qiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
Casual touches that regrets fibrillation heart two-string fiddle tune, tmac is silence acacia ripples like a dream, such as yan deeply blow
Ancient alley never, covered in mud, holding red roses, a quiet sigh
Time the wind blows the poem sign, taking to the music melody, cloud non-trace
何强
地址：安徽省合肥市亳州路畅园新村72栋405室
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发表于 2013-8-9 07:18
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发表于 2013-8-9 23:45
