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Monday, July 26, 2010

DRIED LEAF. . .

A butterfly gained a kiss of life
a destiny for flower but a fate to die
for less twice of weeks of flying high
imprison it-means livin dry

its like us who gained a tender past
from destiny to meet to fate of apart
its a leaf of year that leaping dry
but writing it in heart means making it,
immortal. . .
-I (022008

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