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Thursday, August 13, 2009
The Flower in the DarknessGrandpa sun has gone back home,
Grandma moon is sick.
The freezing wind is blowing violently,
The little flower is shivering.
Injured heart need to console,
But no one cares about her.
Partners has gone to sleep,
Left the little flower behind alone.
She cried sadly,
The silvery tears had splash the floor.
Grandpa tree had awaken,
His sound echoing in the darkness : be brave,my dear.
The darkness will gone soon,
Tomorrow, grandpa sun will rise again,
Shine his brightly warming light to ground.
The little flower had clam down,
Slowly and fall asleep.
In the morning,
Grandpa sun had risen up,
Wipe away the tears of her.
She smile very happily,
To welcome the butterfly's visit.
From now on and as she know,
She's not afraid of darkness anymore.
Because she know that,
After the darkness will come the bright.
-fusion of black&white
8:26:00 PM
