Modern poetry on cloudy days 1 such weather
This kind of weather
Let me get drunk.
night
Blurred face
Seeing all this
I'm very happy.
I don't know why.
I seem to have found a bosom friend.
It's just that it can't talk
Can't breathe
But it is still my favorite.
I remember one night a few years ago.
The weather is the same.
As light as lightning
Across the sky
the rumbling of thunder
Shake the world
His words
Linger in my ear.
My mood
Fall to a low point
At this time, my bosom friend
Seems to understand my feelings.
Raindrops the size of beans are falling.
Everyone ignored my mood.
Only my bosom friend
Do you know I'm laughing?
laugh
great
great
Confidant, confidant
Only you
Know that my heart aches
Know my tears
Understand my mood
Then I see.
There is only you in this world.
Treat me sincerely
heartfelt
Cloudy modern poetry 2 cloudy day
somehow ..
The northern sky
Always with a cool breeze.
Mixed with unprovoked irritability
The birds stopped singing.
The flowers were stained with dust.
It suddenly occurs to me
There is no sunshine today. Favor.
I walk very slowly.
Watching the youthful spirit be obliterated by the hateful weather on the road.
You're not the only one who is depressed.
And pedestrians
Cloudy modern poetry 3 cloudy day
Cloudy, as simple as water
Pure beauty was awakened by me.
The wind blew through the treetops.
There is neither embellishment nor exaggeration.
I let my imagination fly and let love wander in time and space.
The beauty of human nature is particularly heavy on cloudy days.
Like a cloud in the sky, as far as the eye can see.
On a cloudy day, the gorgeous scenery was deleted.
A young girl is walking in the forest.
She met me.
It's like an agreed secret coming quietly.
Cloudy modern poetry 4 cloudy day
God, a sullen, silent.
A cold expression.
Birds, occasionally a few words.
Then look up at the sky.
No wind, no rain, no snow, no tears.
The sky always responds to birds with silence.
I saw a tear drop from the corner of the bird's eye.
Are you missing someone like me?
I looked up at the sky and couldn't see through the clouds. You are in heaven.
Surrounded by familiar buildings, streets and strangers.
Lonely, because your memory is everywhere.
But I can't see you.
I'm so afraid of loneliness, I'm afraid.
I can't feel your breath anymore.
I repeated every intersection we passed over and over again.
However, you will never appear.
All this is a nightmare, right?
I told myself, but when is the time to wake up?
And young lady, form a prison.
Turn the whole world into your memory.
Tears, silent, slipped quietly.
Birds, twittering, escape from the world in my eyes.
The dream is that you don't want to walk into a dark and lonely room.
God, a sullen face, responded to my thoughts with silence.