深圳,沈澱的背後

是那猙獰的想法 還是放棄華麗的腐朽
夏天烘乾了衝動的童心
跌倒了也聞不見兒時的水汽
忽然覺得大病一場
病愈而初醒

我詢問傍晚的霧靄
可不可以給我一抹太陽餘暉
然後扯碎他們
變成手中的沙粒
追著往南的風一直飛⋯⋯

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    • Wendi
    • May 20th, 2009

    你已然成為夏天裡的詩人懷揣童心追問著夕陽點解不能給我一抹餘暉讓我追風南望

    • hao
    • May 20th, 2009

    oh my, my poor reading skill

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