people say you are eighteen when you write poem. this is true. that is flowery age with dreams and passions that never fade and that is the age of pure, innocence, transparency, like morning star, like morning dew, like..... how i wish more people will participate with the platform (this forum) we build and i believe it will. at least, it is convenient for my own entertainment.
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How I wish
How I wish
Heart always like a child
Never know
When and why
To cry or smile
How I wish
Heart always soft
Like velvet never washed
Nor iron-dried
With soft soil
It always fertile
How I wish
Heart never wrinkles
Face surely graphed travails
Yet those in gazelle-like eyes
Still like twinkle, twinkle stars
High above in the sky
How I wish
How I wish
Heart always on its way
To its eighteenth
To its eighteenth
Age of flowers, poems, never bored
Age of pure, innocence, never hide
Age of dreams, passions, never fade
Age of morning star, morning dew, ever fresh
Age of our forever memory, life-time long.
Note: modified on your poem and hope you will like it.
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: 作者：xdjdmc, 俱乐部：醉是音乐
: 日期：2007-06-29 09:09:49, 来源：未名交友
: 标题：[original] How I wish
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How I wish
How I wish
The heart always like
That of a child
Can’t tell when and why to cry
But don’t worry, soon it will smile
How I wish
The heart always soft
As a piece of velvet never washed
Nor ever iron-dried
With the soft soil, heart will be fertile
How I wish
The heart never wrinkled
Even in seventies’ age
Face will surely be graphed travails
Yet those in gazelle-like eyes still twinkle
How I wish, oh, how I wish
My heart will be always, on its way
To its eighteen, to its eighteen
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※ 最后修改者：unavail, 修改于：2007-07-01 00:44:19 ※
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