Monday, January 12, 2009

12January..


The blue clouds touching the mountains afar

Are waving and dancing silently

When you go aound wearing those bright flowers

On your thick black hair,

The woods and streams are singing cheerfully.


I will make a throne in my yard with beads

To welcome you

And it will be spring time again in our minds

There is this beautiful boat swimming in the valley

Will you also come with me to the other shore?

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