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Happiness Sinking

(2004-12-31 21:16:35) 下一个
Not everything can fly like birds whose feather born out of a ageless dream & kinship among clouds Happiness is something born out of heaviness like memory sinking deep in the ocean of your heart I thought I have exhausted my love on that rainy night But this morning my spirit rised with a young sun in whose light you and I swam Wherever you go remember to bring me the smell of motherland & the sweetness of her tears and whatever mother said keep them safe between a page and a maple leave ---LTG, seeing friends off on a sunny day 8/20/04
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