Every kiss on mother earth's Generous gift, From the cradle of life, Till one step beyond, Created, Humble be the heart Of servants, as luck shines on their path, Wings without frost, That rains pines of incense, Or hailstorm deeply hidden. Windows of glitters That shouldn't have been present. Temples of vines and roots, Is not wholly Unexpected, as may be perceived. Or maybe light and darkness do pave the way With rubbles and stings, depend On how we are mixed, The sparkling cocktail of rainbow's feather. Indeed, It squeezes a soul dry without juice If the twist in the heart Be left Undiscovered. For such confusion surpasses all feelings That may not be collected, sprinkled, Or utterly written, Unless a link to the nexus That spreads virus to all cracks and corners And a wish to pass for generations, Even if it flows Far, far beneath your imagination. But such is not the thought of the world On poor old Atlas's shoulder. 2007/4/24 大家都跑到哪去了(@ @?) -- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Let not a drop of desire Disturb the heart in ripples ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ --

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