就恋这把土：麦不语 —微型散文詩

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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




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