You were old then.
Author: leek
I want to turn many pages at once,
At that time, you, like many tired shadows we saw,
You were old then.
You were old then,
Always inadvertently think of,
Many days are covered with the brief grass of life,
Some languages, a scene, a poem,
You always forget a certain moment, but suddenly you remember it.
The sunshine is different, the green is different, the night is different,
And the experience remains the same, and the melody you are familiar with remains the same.
When you fall, you see so many shoes that once belonged to you.
The face in the photo,
You can't pick apples like ripe apples in the background.
You were old then,
No more indelible nights.
There was no filling, no shouting,
Without the flame of longing,
Without wet lips,
Without the excitement and hope of drowning and bleeding.
You were old then,
A calm voice reaches your delicate pulse.
Who's gone? Who's coming?
At that time, you always thought:
Whose breath is by your side?
You were old then,
Those who used to be young are getting old.
You will say: the pain, regret and even giving up at that time,
How good they are,
At that time, the burning hand was open,
Those nights that are thrown away at will,
Like a pearl, it slips easily between your fingers.
You were old then,
One person and others,
I am getting old, too.
In the deepest place
At that time, I was thrown into the deep sea.
In longing,
In the abyss you set,
In another kind of singing,
Dive or sink deeply.
In a specific and poetic field,
Love, we cry naked,
Then I fell silent.
This is really like our favorite poem.
I really like it when I touch your skin
Overflow one's inner desires)
Love, until the trough, until we reach the peak,
Until it gets hot and cold,
Until the water in the valley seeped into my body,
Until we put our hearts, love, happiness, sadness,
Burning with ourselves.
Lover. Who is the earth? Who is the ocean?
Who was planted by me?
I don't want to be whole anymore,
I would like to be the tip of the iceberg melted by you,
Or the core, or the deepest part,
Or: all!
Don't talk, really don't,
You open it silently,
Put my experience, name, age, thoughts,
Take away my breath and all the sounds,
Quietly introduce to your deepest part,
Introduce a sink to melt our souls.
The eternal land.
At that time, we had no beginning and no end.
Lightning flashed through your fingertips.
Lightning flashed through your fingertips,
Everything on it: shock and vibration,
Impulse and hunger,
Complete or messy desires.
Lightning flashed through your fingertips,
You say, be gentle,
This is the only unobstructed path in the jungle.
This is a stream, nourishing your hidden poetry.
This is the deep grass that makes the night burn.
Let you burn!
Time and time again, peaks and valleys,
Where is your voice?
Where's your expression?
Where is the hard mast behind the tide?
Where are the banks and rivers you guide?
After the storm,
The valley where I live!
Lightning flashed through your fingertips,
I feel all the smell of wet land.
Drop after drop of rain,
Excitement followed by excitement,
Living, warm,
All this belongs to you!
You said to me: the gap in the dry mountain,
It will also be full of blood.
That night, I didn't know how to vent on you,
Those crazy words turned into poems,
All I remember is,
I was unstoppable at that moment,
Shout the stone alive!
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In the silent night, we talked about love.
In the silence of the night, we talked about love.
Like children,
Recite famous poems,
At that time, all the lights went out.
You ask me: distance, or not an obstacle?
At night, people always think of giving,
Like two leaves stacked together:
This is round, all gentle circles,
This is a depression, a depression of a clear lake.
At night, how light it feels to fly,
Your flexible hand took away so many secrets,
The roots and branches of this tree have been picked.
The heat covered by dawn has been rising,
Rise to the deepest part of the night.
When the vibrant lily blooms,
You silently say:
It's dry, and here it is!
In the silent night, we whispered:
Wet nights,
Never woke up again.
The word "care"
You feel the word "miss",
This is a detail,
Is to go through every corner of the emotion,
The hand of the spirit.
The word "love" is easy to remember.
It looks short and oily,
Appear melodramatic and affected.
"Memory" is more profound than "love".
More specific than "love" and more active than "love".
It is wiser, for example, that a voice will calm you down.
For example, a name will give you many meanings or meanings.
That's thinking-
For example, you are always in the shadow,
For example, you are always covered by one voice,
For example, when you think of "love",
Still feel calm and shallow.