Five Fifty-Five
Together, we wake up in the night,
Exchanging casts and plots,
That we see through dreams;
Entangling like two willow trees as they graft onto each other.
We, then, fall asleep,
Again,
In the body of ours.
Never, Ever, Work
Together, we wake up in the night,
Exchanging casts and plots,
That we see through dreams;
Entangling like two willow trees as they graft onto each other.
We, then, fall asleep,
Again,
In the body of ours.
What a good poem!
jix
22 Oct 09 at 8:21 am
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在那记忆的河上 at 即时行乐
21 Nov 09 at 4:57 am