poem:black wings

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来源：洪恩论坛 English Cafe  日期：2003-1-12  作者：all-i-need

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I dreamed I was flying at the edge of 40th floor.Opened my black wings, couldn’t hold any dream.In that white and weak heaven, they got my losing softly.In the cold look of the crowd, my face was lit up by the wind.Will it rain? Will it blow? Will it be dark? Will it be bright again?My wings will never be wing. My fly will never be fly.In another night, I see the light from the heaven.My dark will never be dark. My death will be in a long way.In the empty street, I hear the sound from heaven------“ Please come soon, please come soon ……Close your eyes, begin your imagination …Please come soon, please come soon ……Come and fly with me …”Will it be dark? Will it rain? Will it blow? Will it thunder?What’s wrong with you? Don’t wander.The sky will be bright again after tonight.

My wings will never be wing. My fly will never be fly.In another night, I see the light from the heaven.My dark will never be dark. My death will be in a long way.In the empty street, I hear the sound from heaven------“ Please come soon, please come soon ……Close your eyes, begin your imagination …Please come soon, please come soon ……Come and fly with me …”Will it be dark? Will it rain? Will it blow? Will it thunder?What’s wrong with you? Don’t wander.The sky will be bright again after tonight.

In that white and weak heaven, they got my losing softly.In the cold look of the crowd, my face was lit up by the wind.

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