Saturday, October 22, 2011

A Poem Written on a Tissue Paper

Run as if the day won't end.
Although the world can't comprehend,
Let your dreams spread out like light
Like infinity that is far beyond one's sight.

As you travel across the depths and heights,
Never stop moving as long as the track is right.
Move a mountain or rustle the leaves of a tree.
In either way, a difference is what they will see.


10222011
6:52pm

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