You plant laurels which grow so high,
It grabs the moon its peaceful glow.
The sea surges so glad am I -
My boat you fill a steady flow,
Tons of fishes, fresh as the buds.
Beating heart, light as a petal -
A thousand mile you go so free.
A dew shimmers like a crystal.
It attracts the honey bees,
To aspire for sweet enchantment.
At the back of my weary mind,
To see you one more time, I wish.
The past still fresh was so kind -
When two soul ate the same fish,
The gloom is gone by just a snap.
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 5:47 AM UTC
You plant laurels which grow so high,
It grabs the moon its peaceful glow.
The sea surges so glad am I -
My boat you fill a steady flow,
Tons of fishes, fresh as the buds.
Beating heart, light as a petal -
A thousand mile you go so free.
A dew shimmers like a crystal.
It attracts the honey bees,
To aspire for sweet enchantment.
At the back of my weary mind,
To see you one more time, I wish.
The past still fresh was so kind -
When two soul ate the same fish,
The gloom is gone by just a snap.
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