作者：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
是白天还是黑夜已经不知道，无痕瞬间我虚构了一场雪
伤口依然醒着，感受着无语的痕迹，心尘堆积
旧岁正在这灰色中消亡，谁听见了麦子拔节的歌吟
Love is the soil
Fog haze — miniature Prose poetry
Author: HeQiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
Is night or day is not know, non-trace moment I make up a snow
The wound is still awake, feel the traces of the heart to say, dust accumulation
The old are the gray of the die, who hear the singing of wheat jointing
何强
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发表于 2013-3-26 07:22
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