I lay on the bed
My eyes facing the morning ray coming through the curtain,
The light wind blow it dance in there,
just as greeting to me so does the shape of outside,
my mind just as a claim lake waving the fallen leaf to its shore
Thursday, November 24
Sunday, November 13
Friday, November 11
HeavyRain
The Rain brush the cold street
everyone the the street just walk away
only the street lamp accompany with the reflection of water in there
the whole city becoming Mondayish
good night my beloved city
good night my passinate deep autumn
good night the beautiful eye in the dark windows side
good night my dearest friend far far away
Let it be enter to the nice wanderland only with love and peace
everyone the the street just walk away
only the street lamp accompany with the reflection of water in there
the whole city becoming Mondayish
good night my beloved city
good night my passinate deep autumn
good night the beautiful eye in the dark windows side
good night my dearest friend far far away
Let it be enter to the nice wanderland only with love and peace
Tuesday, November 1
A day with hope and fair mood
The rain stopped unoticed
May be the morning light lead its way to stop crying
a bright blue day
just as blues on your mind
a coffe for this morning
my finger strike the board
The autumn when shinning ray coming through every shallow hole
The table in there with only empty mug with smell of autumn
May be the morning light lead its way to stop crying
a bright blue day
just as blues on your mind
a coffe for this morning
my finger strike the board
The autumn when shinning ray coming through every shallow hole
The table in there with only empty mug with smell of autumn
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