Morning: A Wish-Praying
The sun is to shine soon, soaking the somber sky
And my wish whispers in the winter wind
For hours I happily harbor your eyes in my heart
Till they drop and downcast in the dying of this day
I may never be yours by any name, and may you be merry
In soul and in soul let me be yours once and once only
On the Eve of Chinese New Year the Year of Rat (Feb. 6, 2008)
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