文/清 弦

                     风    
                     是雨的    一缕精魂
                     树
                     是山的    一丛肌肤
                     月  
                     是花的    一弯眉眼
                     依依永随    皆得完整

                     很想    轻轻执手 
                     然后    紧紧相伴
                     偏生    却隔了  
                     隔了
                     那八百里    红艳若血
                     曼珠沙华的距离
                     花开  一千年
                     花落  一千年
                     花叶  永不见