博客來 - 詩總論
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看圖書介紹The black box of dreams was a parachute from depth of my heart for this descend ...
a collapse without a plane
it was the fall of man...
People, fallen from the sky of love, happiness and emotions, without anyone noticing them.
People whose kind hearts are squeezed in the cruel hands of the old swamp of beliefs in the society and stop beating... And a great flood of beautiful dreams that are buried in this human fall...
If this goes on, then one day the earth will explode from the pressure of buried dreams.
