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
风轻拂起箫音穿透背脊，干渴了一季的伤痛
轻轻掠起一地月色的呢喃，不愿触及追梦的影子干涸
被艳遇所累无言的守候，遮蔽着多少更深远的乡愁
Love is the soil
Harp pipes balderdash
— miniature Prose poetry
Author: HeQiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
The wind kissed the flute sound penetration back, thirst for a season of pain
Gently sweep up a whistle of the moonlight, don't want to touch the dream-seeker shadow dry up
Be weighed by a wordless waiting for you, how many covered more profound nostalgia
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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邮箱：hqyhyh@yahoo.com.cn
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发表于 2013-3-7 07:17
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