Thursday, May 10, 2012


Somewhere afield,
Robins are doing cartwheels
to let their emotions felt,
She walks on,
hair cut short and combed neat,
feeling the breeze kissing-
as if she were with him,
retreating to the breach in the meadow
that permits her passing through,
then tug the grass like a sheet.
I've seen this happen,
he cannot let you go,
he won't settle down without hurting,
so you give in
and become attached to him more,
like those cherry blossoms,
pink sores boost upon itchy branches,
everything is natural at sight,
But it's all about break boundaries
and advance to new level of satisfactions.

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