2016年2月10日星期三

Poem of winter

The snow is white,
Her hood is red.
Walking in the snow along,
Seeking for her home.
No one is sleeping, 
No one is speaking.
Only a wolf hiding behind trunks ,
Waiting to have a lunch.
It grabbed her hood,
Bit her neck.
At the mid night,
The sky is dark.
The snow is red.

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