two poems in memory of July 13th

Silent on July 13th

 

In a silent movie, 

I hear tears dripping,

And hearts whispering.

In a silenced world,

I hear fires burning,

And bells chiming. 

To whom bells toll? 

To an end, 

Or a beginning?

 

 

 

 

Gravity on July 13th 

 

An endless road in a dessert,

Warns me to end my unrelenting journey. 

Stormy wind stirs up dirt,

And scoffs my car as if it were a gurney. 

I won’t heed your alert,

For the grave sky is my destiny.

Towards the horizon I race,

For my car is deemed to fly. 

In the rain it flies high.

I see raindrops roll up on the windshield.

And fly back into the sky.

Towards the horizon I race,

For my heart is deemed to fly.

I feel tears flow up along my face,  

Back into my eyes and leave no trace.

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• 可惜整个中国有十几亿人，只有一个较真的。太多的人喜欢 -立- ♀ (41 bytes) () 07/13/2017 postreply 23:33:53

• 哈哈哈， 我也喜欢， 不过是美食旅游的照片。 还有你写的168级台阶。 建议贴到这， 中和你的达芬奇 -颤音- ♂ (0 bytes) () 07/14/2017 postreply 20:36:29