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Showing posts from May, 2010

An Empty Box~

A cup of tea A bouquet of flowers I was there.
When life begins to dance in a slow rhythm underneath my shadow;
I can smell the sweetness of yesterday's wind so I kept it in a box by the window of a tower.
A sea of tears A garden of hopes I am here.

A Butterfly's Dream

In her dream She's a princess of a small land; A home for the friendly creatures And the sweet smelling flowers, Trees that grow apple candies; Red and shiny As red as the blooming roses on her hand.

But she's only a  butterfly, And I was there looking at her Thinking about This make-believe story.