Water stopped somewhere
at some point of the river;
a passion
running like a pony;
playing like a squirrel
a fierce sun behind the leaves
the faint light intrudes
to touch the ground.
Somewhere i stand
before twenty years
somewhere you, now
so careless like cloud
bothering little for the farmer.04-01-2011( Seeing a little girl often known in childhood but still a child who has forgotten all that I have written this poem.)
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