That beautiful red fragrant fruit,
Poems that show childhood dreams.
Do you remember the child wearing an apron?
? Outside the fence,
? Strawberries, how sweet!
If you can climb up, too
Do you know her short life?
No, she's full of? Calm passion? .
Like a never-ending pastoral vagrancy.
Wearing bright white clothes,
A clean grave should be covered with green grass.
Thinking under the same roof,
Promises made at the dawn of the same lamp,
Paper and pencil and indignation, silence and enthusiasm.
I used to fantasize that every poetess was suspense and romantic,
Only see the fierce struggle in change,
A smooth whisper.
Author: Asakusa
WeChat official account: Modern Poetry (ID: ID:dghwgi 1968)
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