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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
落叶没有声音,无声地凋零,初羞的弦断悲喑
没有谁能读懂,薄衫素指间幽暗的灯影,离殇咬噬心灵
倒影静水流深,破茧相遇静听,宿命拒绝重生?
Love is the soil
From the regression of
— miniature Prose poetry
The author/HeQiang
"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
Early leaves silently, without sound, fade, string broken sad staple of shame
No one can read, images of the dark light, thin unlined upper garment, his fingers wounds from nibbling at heart
Reflection still waters run deep, to break the cocoon and listen, fate refused to reborn?
何强
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