影云2022-08-28 17:35:07
 
The Withered Rose

In my hand is the most colorful:
Magenta, pink, yellow, golden, brown, and
Many other unnamed
Out of this once scarlet body

All the colors
Now are weaving together
Upon the calling of Departure: a journey
Is not simplified by Simplicity. 

I put her down on the ground. 
No vases (my hand is simply another one) can be open enough
To hold her beauty and something called
Life and Death.
 
 
07/17/2006



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妖妖灵2022-08-28 18:41:32
A poem about life and death
移花接木2022-08-28 22:06:17
影云葬花, 笑坛有人直接把昙花涮了火锅
梅雨潭2022-08-29 01:52:00
恭喜影云。首页进来,谢谢网管,The Withered Rose 推荐成功
影云2022-08-29 03:10:52
谢谢班班!
影云2022-08-29 04:02:54
谢谢你。
影云2022-08-29 04:03:16
吃了昙花?