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In a Barren Land by Desmond Raymond |
Me, and Other Witnesses
The stars and sheep flocks of my hometown
Like beautiful white streams of water
Running by
A young deer running by
The eyes of evening tightly chasing after
In the barren wilderness, spotted a first plant
Foot into the soil
beyond withdrawal
Those solitary flowers
Are lips dropped by the spring
For the days of mine
Left a wound on my own face
For nothing else could witness for us
Between me and the past
The black earth
Me and the future
The soundless air
Trading them all am I contriving to
So long as someone bids
Except for the fire seeds, and those used to make fire
Except for the eyes
The eyes beaten by you till they bled
One eye reserved for the drizzling flowers
The other never ever walking pass the iron city gate
Black well
我,以及其他的证人
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