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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
那不是风的声音,地上腾起呛人的土腥,她在寻找着什么
没来得及对田埂消失的回味,一粒种子依然在地下安睡,春红娇羞似谁
错过又一轮花期,失去了焦点的眼神,所有的原味都已墨尽笔停
Love is the soil
The wheat not language
—miniature Prose poetry
The author/HeQiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
That's not the voice of the wind, the ground leaps the cloud of soil xing, what she was looking for
Disappeared before the shelf-space aftertaste, a seed is still in the ground to sleep who spring red little shyness
Miss another round of flowering, losing the focus of the eyes, stop all plain have ink pen
何强
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