精華區beta poetry 關於我們 聯絡資訊
Without Any Colours... ======================================================= -- dedicated to Dale I'm taking a long long break To find a hole that's not too dark, I'll hide myself there. Maybe one day, you'd miss me And those chasing games we used to play. Then I'd hear the crystal bell, Coming closer and closer, along with your gentle pace. But maybe, that day'd never come. Another colour diffuses in, instead of The pair of familiar mauve I loved the most. A morning call: it's time to roll again. ~ Yin 12.10.2002