Time Slip
A slip of paper dropped out of a dust-laden book.
Forced to have a look,
I found out what it had said.
With a scrawl of Greek,
"The weather," it was noted, "is going to be bad."
Crumpled,
Under the sunbeam brightened,
I wandered--
Until the silky rain slapped my cheek.
也是第一次寫詩，請多多指教>/////<
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