Thursday, March 5, 2009,

Far, far away,
The sea of grass sways back and forth.
Take a walk, Take a walk.
Happily wandering wondering.
At the end of time.
violins are floating in the dark sky.
Sounding brilliantly, playing songs of sorrow.
Do you still remember?
Or have you forgotten?
Those perfect black eyes,
Projecting many futures,
Even more than the glow of the stars.
Standing here, underneath the tree of life,
Holding one beautiful heart.
Although it will never reach you,
I will still make a wish here,
At the edge of the white world,
Where the rain cannot reach anymore.

©TIEN.


3/05/2009 12:31:00 PM


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