19833号馆文选__悼念文选

Oh gentle winds neath moonlit skies, 　　Do not you hear my heartfelt cries? 　　 　　Below the branches, here about, 　　Do not you sense my fear and doubt? 　　Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams, 　　Do not you hear my woeful screams? 　　 　　Upon the meadows, touched with dew, 　　Do not you see my hearts askew? 　　Beneath the thousand twinkling stars, 　　Do not you feel my jagged scars? 　　 　　Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze, 　　For youll not find it mongst these trees. 　　 　　Its scattered cross the moonlit skies, 　　Accompanied by heartfelt sighs. 　　Its drifting ore the gentle rain, 　　A symbol of my silent pain. 　　 　　Its buried neath the meadow fair, 　　Conjoined with all the sorrow there. 　　Its lost among the stars this night, 　　Too far to ease my quiet fright. 　　 　　No gentle winds, seek not my heart, 　　For simply ... it has torn apart.

原文04-04-03 发表于Kristiansand, Norway  浏览：549

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