Untitled English poem #1
IPFS
Hilly ride through God’s own country
Psychedelic tunes blast the hall from 18th century
Moonlit walk, fake hippies talks
Tobacco after-taste, hands locked in pocket
Does this feeling flow both ways?
Or someone being plastic toy?
三年前寫的一段英文詩 本人沒什麼文學底子大家鞭小力點
下圖是詩中所提及的 "hall from 18th century"
前身是絲綢交易所,現在轉型為融合文創的古蹟,也是我目前最愛的一個戶外展演場所
十分推薦這個約克郡景點 (特別是聖誕節期間)

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