In this wicker rocking chair I mused
What was I thinking?
Gaze looked away towards the hills on mountain high
The cold wind pierced my skin into my bones though blanket cover me all over
In this wicker rocking chair I sat being not able to think
Only a blank stare of view of silence soul
I sat on the rattan rocking chair
behind my house terrace
Accompany my solitude
Accompany my sighing stored as long as I live.
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 3:52 AM UTC
In this wicker rocking chair I mused
What was I thinking?
Gaze looked away towards the hills on mountain high
The cold wind pierced my skin into my bones though blanket cover me all over
In this wicker rocking chair I sat being not able to think
Only a blank stare of view of silence soul
I sat on the rattan rocking chair
behind my house terrace
Accompany my solitude
Accompany my sighing stored as long as I live.
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