The Lake, by George Chow
Sometimes the Sun reflects on wave like stars.
Sometimes the little doting rain keep me wonder the grey.
But the wind blow through my ears.
then the fallen leaf.
For me to sense my affinity of life.
The birds laugh about the time.
One close by threaten my negelect,
yet a friend fly away urge for freedom.
The green are asking,
What do you know about me.
I thought about the water, the river, the sea to ocean.
In my sit with my beloning.
And all there is just using my bait,
to be with a lonely heart.
|Posted: 2012-10-27 23:34:25 UTC|
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