Monday, April 20, 2009

River:My Life

Sometimes a day is like a storm,
Someday a ship is torn in shreds,
Sometimes a gusty wind blow,
Over big boulders and narrow canyons my water runs.

Sometimes not a wave in sight,
Someday here come I floating by,
Sometimes a gentle breeze past,
Over the waters my soul gently sway.

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