（文笔颇有欠佳 望各位谅解，虽然英语水平一般 但还是翻译了一篇英文版的 请各位多多指点）

Your figure was appeared in my dream again
The gentle April-sky
Is your deep blue sight line
Breeze is your breath
It was the aromatic of rose from your lips
It was the sound from nightingale in your throat
In that perplexed golden place
The smile on your face like a child
Cirrus try to climb on your fingertips
Your gone figure was hesitate on that champaign with wild flowers
I always wallow in your smile
And your gentle eyes
But you sleep the final sleep under the cemetery in slice
Witch things follow you
Lovely dread or free sadness
You never been gone
The golden curly hair
Is the ripple in my mind
I want to emerge my salute
You fell asleep under the cemetery
How can I show my love
Wild flowers are growing leisurely by your side
Please allow me kiss you cold gravestone
And enjoy the night advent with you

加油。你很棒。

写的不错啊，虽然我不懂诗，还穿插了老王的作品。

楼主强调自己的诗歌僵硬；我先一看，也许后半段是有些如此。但我随即又一看，这不就是格式塔式文艺又略带墓园派阴郁还夹杂些许湖畔派的湖光山色的微微消极的浪漫；这简直就是老王在俺心中的潜影啊，小白望尘莫及，求大神传授教诲！

喜欢，很美，很真切

呵呵，爱你所爱吧

好有感觉

字相当的美。