2009-12-08 10:33:06羅拔
Dirge: The Odyssey
He waves farewell on a whale.
The wind sings quietly still.
The loner starts off his trial.
Ala! How I wish he well.
Since he becomes a spot in my sight.
Stars sigh with broken silver lights.
How sorrowful! The day and I
Sink slowly into this homesick rhyme.
圖："Peace - Burial at Sea" by Turner
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