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White Tents
Its along the row of houses
Standing proudly in the middle of the road
With both ends crowded
Cars aligned along every doorsteps
We sat with another stranger
Whom only he knew every one of us
But could not humor
All I Want
I would leave the keys under the door mat
Sit in the sofa with the lights on
Till the midnight shows stopped
Talking, to myself
For I could imagine you walking
Through that door, my finger pointed
No matter how long it takes
We shall meet
越野赛跑
远距离和有终点的比赛
考验速度和耐力
看风景的变换
听风丝丝细语
可我的脑袋不爱放空
肌肉不争气
只有写作还算可以
再坚持一天
Occasional
We all wait
For some certain moment to arrive
Mostly in the quiet
Early mornings, late night
A little afternoon off work
She may arrive late
Or he may have been pondering
Against a plain paper, pen on top
Waiting to be filled and yet
They don’t always pass by
But when they do, you will notice
Even if its just a silhouette
Or a sitting figure
They accompanied us through
Occasions, occasionally
Language Barrier
Some things are meant to be lost
In translation
Or maybe it doesn’t exist exactly
Only similar
In different ways
