『 路 邊 的 祈 禱 』( 美 語 )

『路邊的祈禱』

作舟

 

ROADSIDE PRAYER

 

 

There were times

when I could not pause

to have my thoughts

complete themselves.

But

I know I share

your misfortune

though I cannot

name it.

It is not Death.

But

who am I to call it

misfortune?

Is a butterfly really

a soul of a flower

died last summer?

 

It is not about Sorrow either.

It is about Me --- the selfish Me

uncertain of the common

destination that’s parallel

to our naked desires.

 

So

let my broken words be

the soil you journey on,

as this careless wind

carrying you

all the way back

home

 

 

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(2008 - 2009)