Hill and drizzle

Published June 4, 2012 by xubobo

I often silence like the earth’s

A hill, not high, also do not hide

Naked nature, life primary colors

 

I often letters open sky lips

Say spring and autumn drizzle

Involuntary as if with the wind

Raindrops on the hill

The green grass grow faint flower

That is my love and memories

 

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