一种沉痛
Saturday, December 03, 2005
清晨，面包被深深埋在雪下不能呼吸
人们匆匆走进地铁站
跺着脚 喳喳 隆隆
我的梦颤抖着
你奔向我的面孔因而变得模糊
伸开的双臂一再落空
而我已不能感受到这种沉痛
也许这雪竟是真的 而我
只不过是冬天的一个梦
2005.1
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