本帖最后由 雨荷风 于 2015-10-7 21:09 编辑
By Garmo
Sometimes i enjoy in the scenery from the window,
The autumn colors are lovely,then become mellow;
To mantle the remote corner of world,is unknow,
Those scent oppressing this burdened garden now.
The crude crystal didn't find its grace.
A snail is crawling on a brace,
To trace a blueprint for its tomorrow;
May be the new pine won't be in next morrow;
May be all beauty died in the current,with a kiss;
Though dwelled under the same roof each other,the chance we miss.
In the vision the ivy is crazily creeping;
Yet is the dream awake,or sleeping?
In my sight there's a flower,
Blooming more,dancing lower.
2009.8.10
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