昨晚歪了一首诗。。。当时想到了你所以写到了茉莉。。。从水楼转过来给你看。。。
Bar-Heaven
It's too dark
That I cannot see
Feel the coldness of merlot
Thick red, deep sadness in the heart
Your kiss printed on Morning Glory
Bitterly blooms, under the burning sun
Touch the tenderness of your tongue
Mark fades, flower rots
Trees along Rideau River
Birds chirp, snakes hide
Smell the sweat of summer
High tide recedes, bench dusted
It's too chill
In the freezing rain, I tremble
A sudden fear of dread
Engine hard to start
Your arms fold, fragrance of Telosma
Secretly spreads, under cover of night
Taste sweet of purity
Something to remember, lasts forever
Fields by Woodroffe Avenue
Cows housed, geese no trail
Carved face of winter
Storm conceived, oven heated