文/ Qi小雨 { 25/ 365}【原创】
You, posted yourself as baby
Cradled in God whistling
That smooths your pain
Slumbering slowly
and gentled
Wised your spirit and sharpen your view
At down,
twilight up and down …
A start is going away in the sky
That deep blue sky stretching …
A sopped start is flying away
Chilled breeze is a breath of ghost … …
Wakened up with magic number
2104 1904 2015 1008 … all the clowns
Plays cheapest games ...
Oh, thanks God
You awaken my eye & my mind
In such critical moment
The payer is dirty black claw
So, Picked rubbish beads too
Under festival sky
Cheerful song accords with crying tone
Virtual world is covered golden shin
Surface of land is covered darken purple mud
Wheel slipped into fence
Wet road churned the lane into ghost smile face
Broken heave sigh in air, higher and higher
A red balloon blasted
Bloody chips flying
Ghost laughing behind
Blooding eye look at me
I run away as far as I could …
God hold my hand to stop me
A sword put on my hand firmly
Go back to fight
He hold on my hand nicely …
Encouragingly tighten my shoulder …
magic world
Twilight over
Orange sun rice
Thousand ants out, World is noisy
Rumors & scandals, letting off firecrackers
Under festival sky …
Written on Feb. 12th early morning …
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