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I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
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范小雅的诗（四） This entry was posted on 9/30/2006 10:14 PM and is filed under Poems. 祝陈文生日快乐 九月的最后一天，雨水占据了天空和大地。 有人眼睛湿漉漉的，遥望远方： 海岸线很长。世界很宽广。 太平洋的另一端，你的笑容很明亮。 这是下在秋天的第一场雨。 这是一场祝福的雨。 祝福你的生日。 祝福和平。 祝福人间闪烁的温情。 大地上的植物，房子里的人。 都在等待， 你新的一年，将从这氤氲的雨水开始。 CommentsDisplay comments as (Linear | Threaded)
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