老百的Vegas假威尼斯照片让我想起它的假天空还不算太假晚上是有点意思俺后来还写了几行字

Ceiling

 

I stare at a light blue ceiling.

It’s been there since my life’s beginning. 

The painted clouds are silent and shy, 

make me imagine the peaceful sky,

the peaceful sky as told by a sage,

whose wise words never fade or age.

He warns me not to look out the window, 

cause the real sky brings torrent of rain and blizzard of snow. 

I heed his warning,

but my ears hear raining,

drop by drop,

a melody bouncing off the ceiling.

I heed his warning,

but my heart keeps yearning,

day by day,

to hug the sky, not the ceiling.

 

 

真威尼斯俺还没去过 梦里也写了几行字

 

Venice

 

Lagoon,

dreams in the moon.

Maze,

Hides in the haze.

Gondola,

bows the viola.

 

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• 哎， 我要是现在跟你一首是不是矫情呢? --疏桐儿-- ♀ (177 bytes) () 12/09/2019 postreply 15:12:28

• 带上片片就不算 湘西拍的真美 看到了谢谢 -颤音- ♂ (0 bytes) () 12/09/2019 postreply 15:19:45

• 赶紧去真的吧，没准儿什么时候就没了 -moiausis- ♀ (0 bytes) () 12/09/2019 postreply 16:12:22

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