Take less, give more.
What we need and what we want are rarely the same.
March 17, 2011
青烟缕缕
聆听
雨滴
溅落窗檐的声音
清脆的和弦?孤独的鸣咽?
轻轻地划开小巧的碎花窗幔
窗玻璃往外轻推
裸露的指尖在窗外停留稍瞬
一些晶莹的雨珠
落在我柔润的掌心
化作千丝万缕的伤悲
心尖微微轻颤
莫非雨儿弹落时
也带着悲伤的眼泪?
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