Saturday, March 27, 2010

Fled from Reality

A Fled From Reality

I want to walk slowly
in a peaceful valley
one day of fast hour;
Cold breeze
and dew drops on the grass leaf
Sun's ray
upon the branches and leaves;
and the chirping of some birds,
and i will walk and walk on
until i tired a little.


I want to sit for a while
upon a quiet rock
and witness everything;
butterfly awaking, still sleepy,
yawning bees
dragon fly who washes its face, looking at itself
on a small pond

I want to walk a very very far walk;
a very slow walk,
and I wish that you will be with me.

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