peter7805
04-29-2010, 08:49 PM
Last night in my garden
came the wind and rain
And how much more
the color of the spring it gains
Leaning on the tall building
How much sadness and missing
The crabapple is still
the same as before
But the time is easy to get old
The peonies have blossomed and I see
They become two butterflies
coming into my dream
came the wind and rain
And how much more
the color of the spring it gains
Leaning on the tall building
How much sadness and missing
The crabapple is still
the same as before
But the time is easy to get old
The peonies have blossomed and I see
They become two butterflies
coming into my dream