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The cypress is wearing a net of spring But winter just started All the women in the street get dressed They are coy yet brave Ready to deliver Joy and cries of new-borns Where should I put my hand? On the kitchen knife On the harness of a horse On a laborious pen No. I hope I’d have a glass coffin instead. I’d like to stay asleep, with no fear. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc), 來自: 223.137.180.163 (臺灣) ※ 文章網址: https://www.ptt.cc/bbs/poetry/M.1566291116.A.A19.html
korn31910: gooood 08/20 20:56
spacedunce5: interesting premise 08/21 22:26
spacedunce5: not premise, conceit XD 08/21 22:27