阴雨的气色，现在

                                               是不是已经凋落。灰蒙的雾霭

                                               是不是已被阳光埋没。幽黯的凌空

                                               是不是已被光影驱散

                                               下了一季的雨，莫非

                                               太阳埋葬了那些阴郁。刚才

                                               阳光的笑声，是不是就在此刻

                                               洗耳观摩着海岸的潮歌。仿佛

                                               又回到昨天的霞光日落。那时的彩虹

                                               在树梢上挂满了谢意，映红的色彩

                                               比岩画里的魔术师吐艳的还要斑驳

                                               下了一季的雨，天空格外明朗

                                               连小鸟微笑的比昨天还要暖阳。回望

                                               一路泥泞，一路鬼魔。昨天的潮湿

                                               差一点把我的灵魂淹没。

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