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(shanjing)
I had a rediculous dream: A lost child I became In a strange place: Couldn't remember my name, Nor could I find the way home.
While reconning in the wildness, There came another homeless boy, Who shared his story withe me, That he used to live between two worlds:
"When I was away, I missed my folks terribly, And couldn't wait to fly back home."
"When I was home, Somehow, after a while I couldn't stay 'd wanted to leave."
"Please do not ask me why, For I have not got an answer."
Feeling sorry for this innocent boy, I just couldn't help wondering: "Who knows how many years later, When life becomes a handful of ashes, Where to rest in peace, Who'd really be sure? Should one really care?"
2010.4.
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