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发帖数: 17016 | 1 Bouquets burning on crashed waves,
flames spring out, splash,
and fall in foams, or in ashes,
just like words do in silence.
Then, immediately,
rise the new waves.
The ocean inside me echoes that outside,
the way sky does.
Between the ocean and sky
are endless clouds burning.
Waves roll resoundingly
beneath my skin.
As an ocean, I keep rolling
and saying.
Say something, say everything
and say nothing.
The ocean himself doesn’t know
what he is saying |
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