Aug 15, 2007


My homeland has no house
Fairy place is near a stream
And a glittering valley
Always gold and stars shining
Apple trees blossoming
From the bottom of my heart
I kept searching
Those pine forests
In my eyes
This faint sun
In my hair
These waterfalls
In my dances
All blue nights
In my veins
But you, no you
Where are you
The more I write
The less I feel
So I keep on writing
To wash my heart clean
From these burnings
I cried rivers
Fill a cold lake
Tour the blue orange
Reached a red desert
Slipped to the nearest shore
I float on an ocean of love
God finally found me
Happy forever happy

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