Molly Sophia的小世界

Never Be Alone.

诗歌


假装自己是个诗人( ̄▽ ̄)~*
发现自己还挺高产

2017.9.30(摘抄)

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2017.9.17

粉蓝的茉莉,
弥散着苦涩的气息。
少女纤白的指尖
穿过破碎的镜,触摸
混沌的污浊。

2017.9.3

只一声轻响,
飞起又落下。
我灿烂的笑。

2017.8.20

雨声渐敛,
低头,望见,
站定澄明的蓝天,
和自己湿漉漉的脸。

2017.8.15

像是要抓住什么似的,
伸出了手,
阳光在指缝间流走,
片刻不留。
无言,
恐惧紧上心头,
喘不过气。

2017.8.7

隐约雷鸣,
风雨将至。
世界骤然瓦解,
心中默念不止:
请你,安好。

2017.8.5

忘不了,
多少次抽泣时,你的抚摸;
多少次欣喜时,你眼中的光芒;
忘不了那多少个因孤独而哭泣的夜晚,
你的陪伴。

在此立下誓言,
我将与你紧紧相拥,
在海边;
在园林;
在世界的角落。

正如你所说,
不离不弃。

2017.8.2(摘抄)

Do not go gentle into that good night.
Old age should burn and rave at close of day.
Rage,rage against the dying of light.
Though wise men at their end
know dark is right.
Because their words had focked no lightning they.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men,the last wave by,crying how bright.
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay.
Rage,rage against the dying of light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight.
And learn,too late,they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men,near death,who see with blinding sight.
Blind eyes coule blaze like meteors and be gay.
Rage,rage against the dying of light.
And you,my father,there on the sad height.
Curse,bless,me now with your bierce tears,I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage,rage against the dying of light.

2017.7.31

明天,
睁开眼,
与日出打个照面,
心,暖暖的。

明天,
定时云淡风轻,
日光轻抚脸颊,
微凉的海浪,
拍打着礁石。

明天,
捧一本书在怀中,
眯着眼,
海风吹拂长发,
远处几声鸟鸣,
是海鸥在空中流连。

而今天,
与自己对视,
泪水中睡去,
做着遥不可及的梦。

The End

就这么多了( ̄▽ ̄)~*

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