Huang Fang
EVENING LIGHT
maybe you also still love me
when the last skylark returns
your darkening hours
are reflecting mine
— remember when I used to follow you
walking from south to north?
your light may be weak
but you grant me freedom. I am an apple
ripening
growing sweeter by the rain
Tr. MW, May 2014
标签: apples, birds, evening, 黄芳, Huang Fang, light, poetry, rain, 新世纪诗典

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