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
季节残留的麦茬，文字玷污了蓝颜红颜的暧昧，谁来疼惜落穗的哭泣
把心音的珠泪咽回埙腔的沉醉，知音已逝，很久没有人来敲我的门
诗沾染了泥土的心语，几笔濡墨栖息着我的感动，一阕飞来的窒息
Love is the soil
Life is conquered by you
— miniature Prose poetry
author/He Qiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
Season of residual stubble, tainted the ambiguity of the blue yan beauty, who will cherish gleaning cry
Put back the heart sounds of pearl tears pharyngeal two-string fiddle cavity of drunk, bosom friend is gone, long time no one knocked at my door
Poems are stained with dirt words, several simple home to my touched, a Que came to suffocate
何强
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发表于 2013-7-26 07:46
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