dream
He broke free from the mantra of dreams
But it was still dark all around.
Nothingness devours silence,
It's like an autumn rat tooth biting rust.
There is no bloody night
The air polishes the memory,
Polished the vicissitudes of life
Every wrinkle. heartbeat
Like the flower of thought,
It is like an orderly hourglass
Witness the time.
And the ID card is clamped
fragments of fallen leaves,
It seems to hide the pathos of the whole autumn
Twilight exit, life
Always searched by invalid shade of light.
That's almost non-existent
It's not a dream,
It's a stream that doesn't land
Waves-
mood
The days go by, the more overwhelmed I become
After three meals, time
The scarlet sorrow lingers, and it will be difficult to endure in the end
The pain of clinging.
the presence of cold and heat,
Instigating colored eyes to get to the bottom of it.
Longing, like a tiger's groan
Highlight the law of the jungle.
Love in the world
Start drawing the ground as a dungeon.
The shadow of the dream floats out of the night,
Maybe a song with tears
I shouldn't have sung the sad sound of loss anymore.
The rain was drenched
The path of life.
In the dark, flies buzz
The barrier it won't break through,
Blocking the world's cognition
The eyes of the eyes -
reverent
Forget me,
When you push open the window
The wind poured into the cold and loneliness in vain.
The widow's face was cold
Mood -
Our temples
Frost begins. The lights of the market
Disgust generally illuminates me-
Numb expectations.
哦,落叶
How will fallen leaves understand
Tears in the corners of your eyes.
Come in! It's freezing outside
But the flowers will not be far away
Indefinite.
When the buds of the lily
Bloom spring thunder, dear
You see, the one who runs in the rain
It's still you who are religious
Footsteps -
Author: Ye Xiaosong, born in 1964, screen name, Prometheus (fire thief), columnist of the Reading Sleep Poetry Society, poetry writing enthusiast. Some of the poems are included in "Reading Sleep Poems: Spring Blossoms" and "Reading Sleep Poems: The Grass Grows and the Warbler Flies". The language of poetry is unique, the poetry is agile, and he is good at digging out the poetic soil and building the castle of poetry from the silhouette of life. Poetry has its own unique meaning and specialness, and has a certain degree of recognition.
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