Where the sand dunes lay,
A fool stood at the top of a mound.
Surrounded by golden waves of moving sand,
He stood still;
He never wavered;
He waited and waited.
Last time I looked,
He was still there!
Or not?
Or it was just a sculpted sand statue,
Alone,
By itself...
Withstanding the uncertain Lake Michigan wind;
Braving the pounding of Lake Michigan rain.
5 comments:
marvelous pict, together w/ the poem... bravo work~~~~~~~~
hang in there bud
有點”徐志摩“感覺。
thanks, girls.
speaking of 徐志摩, I read somewhere that he didn't really graduate from cambridge.... he was just there couple times.
quietly i go...
just like i came w/o anyone know....
(to be continued) wakakkakaa
A wave goodbye
not clinging to the radiant clouds.
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