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Black mountains filed together, afar In the background of a canvas painting Whispering of winter Their neat little heads nodded in approval The sunset was blood-red Ominous and fanciful For a foretold mishap Devious to human prayers Snow hasn’t come The cold had sneaked in—with The silent disappearance of the golden carriage The stars had eloped with it. The cold is quiet. I could almost hear the ocean sleeping The sound of endless waves ensured me A whole winter’s dreams. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 111.251.147.183
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