a northwest cold breeze blows leaves
taking care of it from swift landing
a mother claps lightly her child back
letting her falling asleep until comes white clouds
a northwest cold breeze blows to south
could it mail these messages?
wounds are waiting
as soon as it arrives from northwest
i feel flame will be so far
March 31, 2006
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