Love survives a lot of forms
星期一 九月 03, 2007 7:08 pm
Now we are old growth
trees, infertile to yield fruits
and branches loosely sagging;
we remember our youth
like fish's fresh fins made joyful splashes
or nightingale's soothing song
sparkled lonely stars.
Love begins with crystal dreams,
ends with dusty winds?
we bow to the soil beneath
and roots stretch deep and far;
embracing with radiating warmth
we hold each other's hands.