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Oct 04, 2007, in my room.
White Flower
When I walk,
I had this habit to bow my head down.
Someone asked me why,
And I dunno what to say.
“…maybe I’m afraid I might trip.”
Yesterday, I walk on the grey asphalt
As usual, my head bowed down.
And to my surprise,
A very pretty flower grows there.
“Hello, sunshine!”, it sings.
It is white, dancing, standing up on the dull asphalt.
I stopped and smiled,
Wish had a camera on me.
Maybe it’ll be gone tomorrow,
If someone stomp and crush it.
Some one who never look down like me.
Maybe they’ll gone one day,
Those who starves on the streets…
Maybe someone stomp and crush it
Someone who never looked down…………..
~Juwd~