Poems about scarves

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Time:/kloc-early spring 0/0 years ago

Venue: Beidahe River

People: me and you.

Talking electronic watches have just been reported.

It's two o'clock in the afternoon.

At the moment, the sun is like a cake that has just been baked.

Warm, lazy, shiny

Shine on your body

That long white scarf

Still surrounded by your neck.

Let me untie it for you gently.

Put it on the branch.

Your face is rosy and your breathing is slow.

Gentle little hands grabbed my right hand.

The third finger

Your eyes are bright and your eyelashes are slender.

The dim eyes are in

Migrate in a newly melted river.

My eyes will stay on the tip of your nose for a while.

I'll see your forehead later.

Dance in the wind with that scarf for a while.

I ask you to knit one for me, too.

You say okay.

Let's get cold in autumn.

The weather has just entered autumn.

You just went with the wind.

Since then, despite autumn and winter,

It's still very cold.

My neck hurts from cold.

But I always refuse every scarf.

so far

I opened this and sent it from a distance.

Unsigned box

A long hand-woven white scarf.

Let me suddenly burst into tears.