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Monday, March 8, 2010

The tree

When those words were like leaves fallen from a tree;

I shall said, it does not hurt me like the land beneath.

Covered with it, and it kept falling.

And one day, the wind blew upon me.

Those leaves were flown up into the skies;

And it stopped on the other side.

The other land under the other tree.

The feelings moved to the other degree in my life;

Which I hate to confront it myself.

When trusts earned disappear or shifted;

Initial atmosphere could not remain anymore.

Thee said it before, and it stays in me.


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