Thursday, November 18, 2010

My Good Bye To Yulan.

I hid on the trail,
while everyone else kept walking around.
I had seen everything there,
though I was being told otherwise.

I sat on the lake,
hoping it'd never be the last time.
After singing to the frozen fish I found,
I knew it wouldn't be right for me to come back.

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