Five o'clock modern poetry

Five o'clock

Lonely book and me

Sitting in the room

I opened the window

Five o'clock

You were waiting for me outside the window, in the wind

I saw the God of Love burst into tears

Standing with you, it hurts my heart

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Five o'clock

You have solidified into a figure on the window

Standing like a Qin terracotta warrior

Watching for something to come.

Five o'clock

You kissed me silently

The desire piled in the body

I was struck by you like a jackknife Stretch out

Five o'clock

Two pairs of shoes are put away

A good well is dug

A water lily is naked in the In your arms