Thursday, 4 June 2009

poem

Home looks like a big tree,
was aborbed water and nutrions and can not complain it forever.
Whatever rich or poor,
it still protects you and makes you grow up.

Home looks like a big harbour,
wait for you to come back and can not stop waiting forever.
whatever storm or tranquility,
it still stands there and waits for you.

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