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星期二 三月 20, 2007 9:25 pm
Nostalgia is a Growing Tree
Nostalgia, a growing tree,
Its branches stretch over the tall fence.
I keep manicuring it;
the falling fragments bedew my face.
Its branches stretch over the tall fence,
as a lantern beckons in the distance.
Who holds the light high
to embrace me in its silvery cocoon?
I cannot help reminiscing,
my shattered shadow wrapped inside.
The falling fragments bedew my face;
a growing tree, nostalgia is.