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心灵的园圃

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我心灵的园圃总是五彩缤纷,
里面微风那样轻柔和清新,
里面有金色的沙土和黑色的大理石,
还有很深的,清澈的贮水池。

里面的植物,像梦幻一样,极不寻常,
仿佛晨曦中的水,鸟雀披着绯红色羽裳,
而——谁能理解那远古秘密的内涵?一
里面的姑娘戴着伟大的女祭司的花冠。

她的眼睛,犹如银灰色的纯钢的反光,
优雅的前额,洁白赛过东方的百合花,
小嘴,还从没有对任何人亲过吻,
也从没有对任何人说过话。

还有面颊,犹如南方粉红色的珍珠,
不可思议的想象的瑰宝,
还有双手,只是相互亲热爱抚,
在心醉神迷中交织一起虔诚祈祷。

在她两只脚上,一如两只云豹皮上
闪烁着金属的亮光。
飞离神秘莫测的洞穴的圆花窗,
她的火烈鸟在蔚蓝色的天空盘旋。

我不瞻望宇宙伸展的航线,
我的幻想仅仅忠顺于永恒。
让西洛可风在沙漠狂怒吧,
我心灵的园圃总是五彩缤纷。

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