Jun 8, 2009

0400-08June2009, Night Poem

Cold wind is blowing,
The stars are blinking,
My mind still thinking,
My pig that now sleeping.

My love can't stop from flowing,
To this pig that always lovely.
And now I'm telling,
Good night and please sleepy tightly.


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