A Song of Search by esoror/rorose It is no use crying over spilled milk. --proverb I try to find you In every corner, in every street. I cry out your name but Only silence does answer me. A bottle of milk is missing; My favorite cat is missing. So I'm here wand'ring, Doing the searching. I try to find you In every toystore, in every supermarket. I cry out your name but Only noise does answer me. A bottle of milk is missing; My lovely child is missing. So I'm here wand'ring, So I'm here wand'ring, Weeping and searching. I try to find you In every classroom, in every laboratory. I serach fro your smile but Only stranger's face does answer me. A bottle of milk is missing; My only lover is missing. Yet it's no use to search For he's like spilled milk, Ain't gonna come back to me. 7 Aug,1999 -- post script: I remembered I wrote it in the hospital on 6 Aug 1999, a peaceful summer afternoon. I went to the hospital to see my grandma, and in the midday break I went to the lobby and wrote this poem. Later in the evening I went to some class, but when I went home I received my mom's note, saying my grandma just died. I missed the last glance of my grandma, and it seems to be no use crying for too. --

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