In October, it's like my thin and crisp heart. Like a thin mosquito, stinging into layers of darkness. What exactly is this life that I have to wait for on this website. Let me stop thinking about you.

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In October, it's like my thin and crisp heart. Like a thin mosquito, stinging into layers of darkness. What exactly is this life that I have to wait for on this website. Let me stop thinking about you. - DayDayNews

Wind blows the moon nocturne

Wind is the moon

Wind is the moon

After blowing the nocturne,

The weak flower in the sky -

My body became lighter

and was in a trance.

Sun, your light

in October, just like my thin and crisp heart.

I am tired of myself!

like a thin mosquito,

stings into layers of darkness. What exactly is

?

This website is waiting for life

let me stop thinking about you

.


日…

My lover, where are you?

wind blows from winter and blows for half a century.

I only care about experiencing sadness, I missed to appreciate you

Cold poured into the depths of my soul,

like a ball of burning ice water.

You cry quietly,

love brings the tears in the wind.

float, the night is in the mouth of fog

float, my lover, I only have empty shell

only one dead soul who misses my hometown.

Friend, the wind will blow me away, and the land under my feet will no longer have to worry about.

Forgot! I have nothing

except love, I am not aware of it -


The loneliness I tried to cover up

When night falls

lit thousands of lights in my hand

lit thousands of lights in my hand

0 No matter where you are

heart believes in

with the converging fallen leaves

slump into autumn

But I

more dreaming of a affectionate son.

Isn't this

The thousands of feelings of fate

Isn't it the past

mighty (

waning)

Why don’t you say

Why don’t you say

you like to benefit from it?

like to suffocate at night quietly

Why don’t you say

like to cut some past

leave it for memory collision.

But I don't have the target

as the way of life

I've lived in vain for fifty-three years

Maybe I've had a call

is like the loneliness that is attempted to be covered up

but is burned to the point of being burned to death


Reading and sleeping poetry club poet Ye Xiaosong, born in 1964, with a net name, Prometheus ( fire stolen ), a poetry writing enthusiast.Some of the poems are included in " Reading Sleeping Poems: Spring Flowers Blooming " and " Reading Sleeping Poems: Grass Long and Warblers Flying ". The poetry language is unique, the poetry is agile, and it is good at digging out poetic soil from the silhouette of life and building a castle of poetry. Poetry has its own unique meaning and special meaning, and has a certain degree of recognition.

In October, it's like my thin and crisp heart. Like a thin mosquito, stinging into layers of darkness. What exactly is this life that I have to wait for on this website. Let me stop thinking about you. - DayDayNews

In October, it's like my thin and crisp heart. Like a thin mosquito, stinging into layers of darkness. What exactly is this life that I have to wait for on this website. Let me stop thinking about you. - DayDayNews

Facing the sea, looking for light with black eyes. Dushui Poetry Society was founded on November 16, 2015. The Poetry Society has the mission of "voicing for grassroots poets" and aims to promote the "spirit of poetry", namely the pursuit of truth, goodness and beauty of poetry, artistic innovation of poetry, and spiritual pleasure of poetry. Now, the poetry friends have co-written the collection of poems "Selected Poems in Reading Sleeping: Spring Flowers Blooming" and "Selected Poems in Reading Sleeping: Grass Flying in the Orioles". Poetry friends keep writing, the poetry club forges forward, constantly innovates, recommends excellent poetry works, produces high-quality poetry collections, recites excellent works, and recommends poets' works in various forms, so that more people can read excellent works and experience the poetry culture. We are moving forward!

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