500年前的史刻廊

沉入深海
终于，我的灵在无助中
得到了前所未有的温情
心想说的话，在口的干涩处
倔强
骄傲
不理不采
一刹那，
瞥见夜的纯净
轻轻地，我看到生命在凝结
而歌声在飞扬
早晨的阳光会象海
将这个不完整的我扯向另一端
手臂在作飞翔
载着，载着
载着自己……

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