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Snow

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I had missed the season when it snows.

But last winter I saw the snow.

There are so people under the same sky

Feeling the same cold.

They cry when they are sad.

They laugh when they are happy.

I do not know about even a little of you

Or any others.

But there is a "you" in the six billions people.

Though there was no reason, I was earnest.

Though we have never whispered words to each other,

We live together, in the same time.

We know each other

Where there is no honesty or falsity

Happy or sad only mean nothing.

Snow

Whiten broken hearts.

How can you separate the loneness from love?

Let me put my ear on your breast.

Hear from the deepest place

Where the heart beats.

Let's meet,

On the snow grand,

Somewhere only we know.

You say that only I know you.

I tell you that only you know that I know you

And I have nothing for you.

Your hold my frozen hands,

Our hearts are always one.

Your shadow flows on the snow.

Your hairs swag under the cold.

As who you are,

As someone came to leave.

As never ever will be.

I met my loneness on the snow.

Leaves

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I have a dream that I will have a big farm.

It is so big, that I cannot see the border when I stay in the middle.

There would be a huge garden.

I can sit on a dark couch in the lobby

Which has nice red wooden floor.

Then through windows, I can see the seasons change in the garden.

I can ride the house alone. Leave my hairs sprawl in the wind

In a golden fall.

I can listen to the noises from far away,

Leisurely and solitary.

I will watch the world, like I have never been here.

I will gaze the sky, like I first saw it.

I will chase the clouds. I will wait for the sun rise.

I will lay down with moon, wake up with sun.

Painting, writing, do whatever I want.

I like earth. I like to be here.

My horses will bare its teeth. Then I will enjoy the harvest.

The spring and summer had gone. The winter will come soon.

But I still sit on the pile of old straw, and look at the blue sky.

Week after week.

I do not know how far it is.

I only know it takes forever to make a piece of leaf to fall.