The suns brilliant shines on your face,
It dances, it hops all your ways.
The roses jealous when you talk,
Challenging your lips but they won`t.
The wind`s palpating with your hair,
Whispering how much they in love.
Some dark clouds nearby are trying encompass,
But all dissiated by your eyes.
The rain`s pouring when you sad,
It seems assuage with your mind.
The birds discovered the good land,
Edificing a net on your hand.
You`re so wondrous,
You are real.
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Toronto, August 2, 1999 |
