The yellow ball climbs above the mountain
The smile that cheers up the gloomy dawn
To brighten and weaken the fragile lilies
I see her confronting the snowy corns
They are trying to put her to rest
Yet her journey cannot be halted
She decides to work them to sweat
To form the tears of the air
Yet dusk chimes in to take her place
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6 comments:
Justifies mood-swings? I mean ... even the day has them. :o)
Waking up happy ... :o)
Pissed at 1000h. X^(
Happy at lunch time .... :o)
Pissed at 1730h! X^(
Crying all night. :'o(
:o) Right now, I'm happy ...
that last verse is special
swwwweeeeettttt
ha..ha..when will I be the first here...
wake up and start visiting blogs...
Man, I've been bushed with trips.
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