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No matter what scenes will be
how many troubles will come up
how much tear would have shed
I lay my efforts on the odds
to see what will happen
and what will finally disappear
In this place, dark and dim, I covered my eyes lest I see something broken.
I want to hold beauty in my memory for some moments, for most of all.
I don't wanna to be stupid, but always in the sea.
So...
I make my way to be a metaphor
cause it is an easy way to survive
*share the poem of disappearing that I love~~
Naomi Shihab Nye - The Art Of Disappearing 发布人 poetictouch
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