Let my words be those you hear/
Let them lead you to the gateway of my soul/
Let me show you my thoughts, wishes, and emotions/
Let me guide you through my heart.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
The Park
Gray clouds, Like an unreflective mirror, Silent morning, Like a movie on low volume, Mute, It zooms and soars, The winged dragon loses its pride, and finally dies.
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