2015年7月26日 星期日

White Frames

Sunset glaze golden,
shadows tangle with the wind.
Sandy tangos with a sin.

Hands clutched tight, knuckles bear white.
Saliva dancing in the wind.

Suddenly she sees

It was a movie of past and present,
Treasure that film she will,
in white frames.

What other things, but blue that azure blue.



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