Poetry in the bright starry sky

/rss/bbs_viewart.rs？ Bid = 97806 & ampAid=26025 This place is full of starry prose, which is very good. Let me copy one for you first: metaphor for my loneliness? In the bright time. I am wandering in the starry sky full of tassels-floating clouds, the silence of early summer, I am a stranger. Strolling in the propositional poem, standing by the lake, listening to the bonfire on the high earth mountain telling the passionate love story ... Standing under the starry sky, sleeping under the starry sky, covered with worries, resting on the viscera of the plain, you are passionate and eager to see. After all, you have fallen for thousands of years. You are still dense, flashing like a heart, avoiding it; I am a primitive animal, afraid of the dark. Except for you, I am lonely, depressed, confused and wild; In this desert, among the mountains, I am poor, inhabiting, confused and cold; Only you, with deep companionship, shine my lonely shadow indifferently. My footprints are all over the world, and you spur me on. At the end of the world, next to the beach, the cape and the canyon, I am silent in the exiled sunshine; Except for you, it is hunger and disability; My meaning is simple: to be alive, to have vigorous love ... I constantly urge with death and comfort with you. You gave me high altitude, light and courage to walk at night. In your arms, I am not only self-sufficient, but also open and selfless. I am a wolf. It is a lion. Ants and so-called humans. My life is dense and always shining. When I was held high by you, under the starry sky, I was looking for my home, my shadow, my confidant, my life ... under the starry sky, I was lying on the ground, and the wind finally began to weather me. I just found the answer: I am a starry sky. At that moment, I thought happily-under the sky of last life, I regret taking care of this life and the afterlife. ...