Monday, August 22, 2011

不知道她还有没有在写诗了,如果有,说明她又恋爱了。

I want to lay barefoot
on a grassy hill
under an endless sky
blue as my eyes
with you by my side
my hand tucked in yours
and summer's last breeze
sweeping over our bodies
as we find pictures in clouds
whispering the stories
that float with them

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