Scootering on long road
Music on ear
Windy bright weather
Then stop by at artificial lake
Under the trees
Breeze
Green
I listen what I like
Talk what in mind
Think what makes me peace
Wish can share this
But, now I can't compare
if I ever being here, like these, before
I am too afraid to ask another chance
Being left behind and being ignored
Was something I still can't deal with
Urgently need ear and wings
To listen and take me to the wind
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
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