寂寂无言From those verses
Release
The souls of the dead
How much flame
A poets body could ever have
When burning
It whines as Xuns wail
Some beings
Settle down
In the lit starry sky
With a smile he walks up to
That gust of wind
Which is going to ruin him
秋风熄灭了一盏灯
诗/婧芩
他一直没有哭
他已经让黑夜在
白纸上闪过
许多次
秋风瞬间熄灭了
一盏灯
而我内心的荒芜依然
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