Modern Poetry
window Extern slave girls
窗外的女奴
Zheng Chouyu
Side window
This little party the night sky, as blue treasure, there are shiny look east,
Persians had made me. When I decorated the bottom of the crest as before, those who have slave
Wipe off, then play it taught me to have buried the idea. Eyelashes as long as the whole family cozy up my end of it
They buried played. It will be the tomb of the faint blue palace corridor, I was slave portable
Who come out one step at a kiss.
Round window
This is a small part of clear sky, is pouring a magnetic, plate-like always see Sheng
Then a cloud. Single meal preferences, is a teenager thing. Hey! I
Looking forward to the night; night, the empty wine glass there, who appears in the plate
... ... Those who do not love walking in the slave are always obese.
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I am the God of the south face, bare arms winding yarn about the night. Thus,
Hang the stars in the wrist is my slave.
Slave of God, there is a name. Take one, forgot one, sometimes call
Wrong. Sometimes, they embrace the extremities in the window, so that they turn, windmill-like manner
The words to say by principal.
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