Notes of a Desolate Libra

In the Mist

Zen (1)

What was said, or left unsaid
were forgotten
when you left
silently.

I let my tears hide
in the pages of this book.
Just like
those few Jasmine blossoms
from our youth.

Perhaps in an afternoon yet to come
they will take flight
suddenly
into a fragrant-less, sound-less
void.

And perhaps, at that time
outside the window
there would be rain
falling
ever so gently.

禪意（一） (席慕容)
當你沉默地離去
說過的　或沒說過的話
都已忘記
我將我的哭泣也夾在
書頁裏　好像
我們年輕時的那幾朵茉莉
也許會在多年後的
一個黃昏裏
從偶然翻開的扉頁中落下
沒有芳香　再無聲息
窗外那時　也許
會正落著細細的細細的雨

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