我的一首英文长诗。其实，也不长。是一首短诗。关键看怎么看了。怎么看的确很关键。

there are tons of things
in dark
deep
shadows
such as love
love
is red
a flaming rosy fire
but is also
dark
it is a rainy city in
blues
love
is rains
and
is blue-blended
cocktails
hard
sharp
overturning
the cup
en
slightly
dizzy
dunking   
steps
like
moves
in dance
do
swirling
spinning
bright
bubbles
flowing up
and
thirsty-
yes
thirsty-
quenching
drinks

missing
is also
dark
a blood
stream
meandering
in the rains
in all those rains
the rainy city
the rainy streets
the rainy ankles
the rainy knees
the rainy face
the rainy hair
the desire
eyes
our longing for
the night city
lonely
lights
the white
pigeon
flying out
of the darkness
in the deepest
space

the rains
all of
the rainy days
like
jazz
music
red flag
the white balloons
the blues
beats
the flashing
candies
metal spoons
and tiny
knife
and your steps, broken thoughts
into pieces
those headlights

in the pouring rains
on the heavy roads
and those wandering
days
on the meandering ways
those wind blows
yes
those wind blows
through
all the years
is there anyone
listening to and
deciphering out
finally
or turning  
away
his
back?

or

may -
be
she loves me!

li
2021/02