The Wind, by George Chow
When tree leaves making the sounds like celebrate.
I know the wind sister is bearing a tale.
About there is true love somewhere met.
For all to know about God's divine.
That it is time we pray for those couples.
By the sound of waves and rhyme.
Then gone back where we belong.
Just to do our duty and works,
With the joy of love I wrote.
And the calamity are the enmity of jealouses.
Wise the hope with Holy instead of lusts.
|Posted: 2014-08-29 01:19:17 UTC|
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