In my world most beautiful rose, has robbed by death deity

[fengwenshusanglin]

[In my world most beautiful rose, has robbed by death deity]

China poet fengwenshusanglin, starseven0 for，
Draft in at 5:30 on November 30, 2002,
Finalized in forty-one past seven p.m.



In my world most beautiful rose, has robbed by death deity，
The fragrance of roses, Also keeps me this dry on orchid's lip,
I am weeping bitterly loudly,I have no Force, so I do not cry ，
Why, From poisonous snake's mouth，Has spouted eternal,
Not the edge of the cold dark night, I'm struck by that thunderbolt,
I pushed ，close in the Infinite pains of hell ，


In my world most beautiful rose, has robbed by death deity，
The fragrance of roses, Also keeps me this dry on orchid's lip,
Crazy knife, In my heart is dancing ，Howls, is drinking my blood,

Calm,Does not let my broken soul, To the kingdom of death, To accompany my dead husband,
In my cradle baby,Is needing my Mother Love always,

In my world most beautiful rose, has robbed by death deity，
The fragrance of roses, Also keeps me this dry on orchid's lip,
My sweet Paradise, Suddenly collapsed, Like a dead star,
Vanishes forever in the dark, Disappeared in the eternal darkness,
In the eternal dark, cold, Horror, dead of night,
My heavy sky has fallen,is oppressing my chest,suffocating my spirit,

Under mine foot, in under mine foot land, Downward is caving in,
Trembles I who does not stop,Fall into a bottomless abyss of my endless pain,
T My tear flood at angry call ，Seems to be broken explosion
I that to look like a bird is flying the name.
In my world most beautiful rose, has robbed by death deity，
The fragrance of roses, Also keeps me this dry on orchid's lip,
Calm,this is the illusion？I have become the psychasthenia sickness？
I see me to kiss husband's face ， Why, I kiss the face,

why be my most treasure baby's little face, Baby crying loudly,
The hand does not stop is swaying, is dancing, the foot does not stop is Activities with，
Baby by on mine lip frightened smell,Has frightened off the Beautiful dream,

In my world most beautiful rose, has robbed by death deity，
The fragrance of roses, Also keeps me this dry on orchid's lip,
Your this should not be born baby,This world with the painful storm,
has greeted you,A kiss my light ---- My good baby ，My infinite beautiful, Warm baby,
My incomplete comfort,You gave me the strength to live,Hope, confidence, and courage.
Extremely weak my body ，Died has pumped out life my this body,
Be death took life, I this body,Fierce is swaying,I soon lost ability which stood，
I poured suddenly in that ground,If does not have your this baby,
This is smaller and weaker than a grass,My body, could blow by the wind ，
In my world most beautiful rose, has robbed by death deity，
The fragrance of roses, Also keeps me this dry on orchid's lip,
My good baby, you are my God, emperor,Savior, To replace your father,
In my heart position,My little sun ah, You were nodding,
My heart infinite happy, in by now,orphan girl,Is your father's love,
promoted me, Make my heart ，Elimination of the infinite loneliness,
Lonely, sad, cold, I have become the joyful infinite golden phoenix which everybody envies,I incomplete comfort ah,Had you I'm not alone,
Newborn sun ah, I longed for you grow up in a big hurry-------
You today to warm the entire universe, If on six dragon vehicle that sun ，
Obtains everybody's love, Praising ，Oh, why did my attention disperse, calm,

I started intensely to think your father-----You that unfortunate because of traffic accident,tragic death father,the hot tear from mine eye, welled up，In by now,

In my world most beautiful rose, has robbed by death deity，
The fragrance of roses, Also keeps me this dry on orchid's lip,

 

[twocents]

Beyond my comprehension

 

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[Romantic dream of a small green leaf]

[A piece of small green leaf's romantic dream]

Chinese poet fengwenshusanglin for，

2011.2.6.15.40.51






My ever wandering in the snow country in the small green leaves,
Is fantasy -----If I have one bed which does with the flame,

very, very good，


If I do have a bed with a flame,

I would not have night

after night ,

In is howling on snowstorm this bed sleep，



My ever wandering in the snow country in the small green leaves,
Is fantasy -----If I have one bed which does with the flame,

very, very good，


If I do have a bed with a flame,

I would not have night

after night ,

In is howling on snowstorm this bed sleep，








The rose_rosy ]





Chinese poet fengwenshusanglin

starseven0starseven0 for，



starseven0starseven0



My space 's small emperaror--my son--

As a Roseate for endless routh,

When unborn my son ,

Lived in lofly belly of a flowering tree of dreaming .

And fire phoenix fly, like one single moonlight_azure,

In phoenix's body breed ,

In rosy rose had

Vomit and lent to the nigths,hills,

Rivers,grasss,groves ,

And greatures.her sweetly joy and

Fire of love,

I sangs upon my son,with words of cloud_white and,

Or words of green water of flows,

Day after day, month after month,

And i made meselves a little cicada,

In apparel,sometimd,

I being katydid,a skirt_green,sometime,

I made meselves a orchid ,

In white apparel,sometime,

I turns a petty siklworm,

In white robe,simetime,

I into Nature 's greatures,

To body of flowering tree of dreaming flew,

As if a dragonfly,came to dim bamboos,

Of summer,
And my firegod_minor me sings

Or told,for my fairgod_ minor

Being lonely,stir and peaceless,

I become one single flower's sweetly,

Or Music of heavy sweet,

kissed my son_my ideal ,

As shepherd kissed his snowsheep_small,

And passed sun,moon stars's kingdom,

This flower's sweetly.true, twelve years

My little flower_spirit grew in milks

Of spirit ,and milks

Of spirit ,art me created [Shao Music] of my own,

Like infant of cloud_dark grew in milks,

With red magma, true, twelve years

My little flower_spirit grew in milks

Of spirit ,and milks

Of spirit ,art me created [Shao Music] of my own,

Like infant of cloud_dark grew in milks,

With red magma, true, twelve years

My little flower_spirit grew in milks

Of spirit ,and milks

Of spirit ,art me created [Shao Music] of my own,

Like infant of cloud_dark grew in milks,

With red magma, true, twelve rears

My little flower_spirit grew in milks

Of spirit ,and milks...

 

[casual]

this is creepy...

 

[cross1993]

Help. Who can stop him and his poetry?

 

[twocents]

Back and forth run the moronic verses
till the mind reels.
Let idiots be damned.