本文发表在 rolia.net 枫下论坛who to forgive

You white, crippled flower,
small, weak not handsome.
You belittle yourself until one day
you know you are unique, only one,
in this immense desert, pride of it.

You dream of love day and night
but never dream to get it in isolated,
lonely, aimless history until one day
he approached your legendary theme
on prince and Cinderella, proud of it.

This is your bed, he said, a mug full
of chilling water, even your dessert sun
through that big windows , with sudden
happiness and gratitude until one day

what a silly, said friends
what a crazy, said neighbors
what a shame, said mother
what a mistake, said somebody.

You still in honey dream, proud of it,
when thrown away by a pair of hands
you know so well, no need to tear off
the cover on the face, in that night
blackest and coldest, back to dessert.

You never cry, silent as sand, hear wind
roaring above dessert until one day
you’re lying on your deathbed.
You have one hour to live.
It’s you, you have needed
all these years to forgive before
let your love to him go.更多精彩文章及讨论，请光临枫下论坛 rolia.net