莲--”怜“
                                                                                     六月
                                                                                     人生的寒冬之窗旁
                                                                                     我虔诚地，近乎以身投地的
                                                                                     种下一颗莲。

                                                                                     就拿那早已干枯破碎成土壤
                                                                                     那一颗在我躯壳里呆了 
                                                                                     二十余年的心脏
                                                                                     培植

                                                                                     我想，
                                                                                     血液，眼泪，
                                                                                     只要它需要，它渴望
                                                                                     都将变成营养剂供奉它
                                                                                     而我的脉搏
                                                                                     也会是它的输送管

                                                                                     莲--”怜“
                                                                                     把所有执想，把所谓念头
                                                                                     一点点开出花，
                                                                                     在这暴风雪，
                                                                                     末世般的生存窘境里，
                                                                                     求出些许安慰。

                                                                                     但神秘的花神，
                                                                                     请你慈悲地告诉我
                                                                                     本该夏天盛放的莲真能
                                                                                     在我岁月的穷冬里，
                                                                                     绽开出吗？
     
                                                                                     为着那一朵
                                                                                     我盼望的
                                                                                     命运对我”莲“之花
                                                                                     故事的主人翁
                                                                                     常在深夜默默祷告