Loading on my bird,
I am running off to some unknown horizon;
None but God can tell me
When such a run will finish.
I only know---
I must go far, far away.
My bird is much more tired today,
She stares at only me,
There is no sign of displeasure on her face.
She only tells me i want to love you
My coming to earth is only for you,
Your happiness means mine,
Then the stream of my heart through
My eyes flows abnormally.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
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