Like that morning,
When the sun crawled so slowly
sending its warmth to every words in my poems
cheered them up and made them laugh
so they could feel the strength to start the new step
Like that morning,
When the blind tried to paint the rainbow
blowing out his sight to every color on his canvas
brightened it and made it so smooth
and the birds flew above the rainbow he painted
D’ you see that?
The blind smiled so proudly
Then he painted a cute nymph walking down the rainbow stairway
She smiled and gave her hand to the blind
He put a fresh purple rose
and she welcomed it with warm kisses
love might be blind, but still could bite
Like that morning,
When the rain came down again
pouring the deep feeling about dream and pray
and he painted again and made it true
and the love might see something
like the fantasy met reality
like that morning.
[Friday, May 26, 2000 06.25 p.m.]
what you may think, sometimes it's not so easy to convert it in written medium
Thursday, 12 November 2009
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