By the Lake, by papaya
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When I am by the lake,
the white sheet in my blue bag jumps down to the shore and
quickly capture the best spot for me.
When I am lying down on the white sheet,
my small world is totally engulfed by the lake’s magic.
When I peep from my purple shawl,
I can see the blue water swimming towards the shore.
When I breathe,
I can smell the mixed -water fresh air gently glides into my
chest.
When I close my eyes,
I can feel the warmth in my back casted by Apollo.
When I am speechless,
I can hear the bird busy chirping that they are too falling
in love with this place.
When I am by the lake,
my heart, my soul, and my imagination become elusive
and I temporarily escape from the complicated world.
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| Posted: 2009-06-02 03:29:30 UTC |
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| 2009-06-02 15:05:59 | papaya |
| Thanks!Any idea for a better title? |
| 2009-06-29 02:24:02 | izzy |
| this is great! a very colorful poem, it makes a beautiful picture in my head |
| 2009-06-30 19:05:00 | papaya |
| Thanks! I am glad that at least this poem can paint a picture! |