A POEM

"DREAM"

Although blue if sing with morning
Although crimson if dance with twillight
Although black when closedthe eyes,

Appears what is called a dream,
All people will know,
Dreams are still a dreams
I'm not gonna play the fool any more.....

THE END

I know it's so hard
Like a swamp looses her white
If I still pass it
It will be a wound
I wanna alter it
But it has been happened
The dark cloud overtrows its tears
Nothing all is fine
This time we must conscious
Parting is the last way
There is no sorrow without a pleasure