wings of an eagle
星期四 十月 05, 2006 5:28 pm
We have seen colors of the wind,
brought mountains' blossom
and oceans' resonation.
we have cherished them
as flaming rose clouds
and fruits in paradise.
Early in this autumn,
leaves fall and fall,
before they could make a full declaration.
Some as souvenir,
others will be decayed soon.
beneath the depth of an empty valley,
I heard your voice,
anxious to fly.
when you imagine the leaves,
shattered wings of an eagle,
we watch them,
our broken heart.