2010年10月20日 星期三

I am thingking of you

The door open,
The mild Autumn wind pushes open the door.
Is it you at the door?
No, there is nobody there, but
a small white butterfly flying into the room.
Oh, is it you in the form of a butterfly
Coming to see me?
You are not accompanied,
So it must be you.
Dancing and flying around the room
Cutting air into ribbons, so beautiful and
so elegant,
So it must be you.
Twisting around my head and body,
kissing my face, wrapping me with your arms!
Tell me please,
Is it you?

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