雨季。花季

      花季十六                                       又一季秋天

檐下滴着雨水                              秋风吹尽了花容瘦                                                            

咸味沁透心脾                              在无迹可寻的角落

仿佛呼吸的不是空气                    叶子依旧含情脉脉

而是泪滴                                      你的飘落

潮湿的泥淖                                  让这个季节赤裸

沦陷了我的美丽                           花凋谢了何止几朵

苍老了这个夏天                           却远不如我的寂寞

唯一干燥的旋律                           你的眼神

花开雨季                                      让我无处可躲

                                                    那残阳泣血的沙漠

                                                    只剩下我和我的胡琴  

                                                    你的驼铃我的歌