Bamboo, or Something Else, That I Cannot Remember Now

art by Li

Bamboo, or Something Else, That I Cannot Remember Now

September - time for us to depart
As the soft touch of autumn
Validates all falling

You will stand next to a camellia
Out of sight
Out of days
    Of our life-drinking
    In the dark

It is early July.
The shovel of Time already in front of us
We look into each other
Into the vista
Of memory
That will, or may, be
Prolonged by Absence

 

 

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• 闭，像打开着。好准地抓。 -姚顺- ♂ (0 bytes) () 11/20/2021 postreply 16:19:57

• 很有氣氛和感染力。 -中间小谢- ♂ (0 bytes) () 11/20/2021 postreply 17:47:45

• 动人。 -简丹儿- ♀ (0 bytes) () 11/21/2021 postreply 05:13:56

• 谢谢各位阅读留言欣赏点赞。 -影云- ♀ (0 bytes) () 11/21/2021 postreply 06:47:23