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Sunday, January 9, 2011

Feeling

Her soul sank these days
In a deep blue ocean water;
Now only the ice—not fragile at all
But hard like a permafrost
Fills her inside.

Why this battle time and again?
She fights everyday;
Either win or lose the game
The game—takes away her all
The sunshine and the rain
The stars and the heaven.

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Mystic Rain

The month of June The fall of tree The mystic rain I would pursue you till the end