Resurrection, by George Chow Subscribe to rss feed for George Chow
Posted: 2014-02-19 04:31:17 UTC
Stir out life in this boil pot.
Why death betray to my empathy heart.
The memory of thy fuse into my mind with a tear drop.
Flow on the pot of muse upon.
How the miss of an urge above the fire top.
Burn off the dirts as to swirl the fume out.
And the flavor of you I sense in time.
To a new being once the dream fullfill.
Then recall from dead to resurrection do.

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