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Night falls.
The light outside is dim,the weather is cold.
It is raining .
Under an old tree,i'm reading intently.
Wet rain which drops down from the leaves of the big tree beats slowly on my shoulders,cold rain wet my book.
I feel peace sing in my mind and i simle.
Cold wind begins to blow then.
I hold my head.I look into the black sky.A drop of rain drops on my lips.
I close my book and walk to where bright lights are born.
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Posted by feizhoujeep on 2007-09-27 12:16:43 | Rating: | Views: 240
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Sofa!
I wish I could have sat beside you under that tree.
I wrote a story years ago about a man sitting under a tree.
He was a very wise man.
He was there contemplating life.
He was a Scholar.
If only I could sit beneath the tree.
The tree of Life.
That was the theme of that story.
Your lovely poem reminded me of it.
Your last comment that left me speechless?
It was the best comment I have ever had.
I responded to you apologizing for it.
Never be sorry.
I love every comment you leave, especially that one.
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Posted by DifficultSoul
on 2007-09-27 14:18:48
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To DS;
Hehe.
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Posted by feizhoujeep
on 2007-09-28 05:05:13
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yeah,wuhan is cool today~
but there is no rain~
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Posted by cqfly2008
on 2007-09-28 08:08:06
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you are a very good poet. i think your words are lovely
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Posted by bubblydi
on 2007-09-29 06:21:54
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