now on the gloomy journey suddenly is the day of our golden flesh disintegrating in the fall along with winds, leaves and temperatures the afternoon glimmers like wheat following after a flock of birds in the sunset through streets, seas and time they have migrated
exactly then, a poem arrived from a faraway land heavily it breathed out the warmth of home and the wetness of a stream like a lamp, or the river bank, earnestly intruding the fresh wound of yours, then it wept, like a Tulipa
2 comments:
"这个午后
发出麦子般的光芒"
"诗
...喘息着
散发着家的温暖，和
河流的湿气"
Love those lines! I smell fragrance of leaves and baked pumpkin spices in the air, poetry sometimes is warm like a strange old friend..
caoye
a poem
now on the gloomy journey
suddenly is the day of our golden flesh
disintegrating in the fall
along with winds, leaves and temperatures
the afternoon glimmers like wheat
following after a flock of birds in the sunset
through streets, seas and time
they have migrated
exactly then, a poem arrived
from a faraway land
heavily it breathed out the warmth of home
and the wetness of a stream
like a lamp, or the river bank, earnestly
intruding the fresh wound of yours, then
it wept, like a Tulipa
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