I count each step of mine

 

Taste the tenderness wind blew my hair

Heard the stringed instrument of the grass

 

Even the birds singing in the morning

The strong chirps accompanied me today

 

 

Invited a sparrow to go with me

 

Walked toward the golden haze

The west line has just called me

 

To saw the new sun born

I sat on the wide green fields

 

Plucked the guitar string and humming

Entice the deers, the parrots and the sparrows

 

Passing the day along the bright blue sky

The naughty wind blew the cherry blossom

 

Stimulate the olfactory nerve

The rosy petals fell over me

 

Stroked my face with it tenderness

I wondered while I was staring the sunset

 

The day almost end

The sun was getting ready to hide it self

 

I kept look at the golden haze

I try to whispered softly,

 

“Bring me to your heaven.”

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June, 10th 2011

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By Angela Marchelin