Anamnesis digraph babe
Poet: Yang Lian
Closing my eyes, inhale deeply
You came to my room
There are songs in the summer weeds fingers
And your feet in the memories of a quiet cemetery
No, you do not bend over and see the tombstone
Playful look and your name exactly the same
Do not whisper or a smile on their
People remember that laughter has also been
No, no, not your
Lying on the grass in the sun above
One-year-old organization is full of light green blanket
Stones and do not understand all you love
Name scattered around like a little wind
From you outside of your breathing again dreaming
Forgotten in the near ground
Or very far into it and you think you have the room from the future |
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