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December 25 Promises like Pie CrustPromise me no promises, Promises like pie crust.... August 18 DriftwoodEverything is open Nothing is set in stone Rivers turn to ocean Oceans tide you home Home is where your heart is But your heart had to roam Drifting over bridges Never to return Watching bridges burn You’re driftwood floating underwater Breaking into pieces pieces pieces Just driftwood hollow and of no use Waterfalls will find you, bind you, grind you Nobody is an island Everyone has to go Pillars turn to butter Butterflying low Low is where your heart is But your heart has to grow Drifting under bridges Never with the flow And you really didn’t think it would happen But it really is the end of the line So I’m sorry that you turned to driftwood But you’ve been drifting for a long long time Everywhere there’s trouble Nowhere’s safe to go Pushes turn to shovel’s Shovelling the snow Frozen you have chosen The path you wish to go Drifting now forever And forever more Until you reach your shore You’ve been drifting for a long long Drifting for a long long time --------------------------------------------- ...Keep on drifting, until you reach your shore... July 27 My small storiesLet me tell you, dear the stories of winter of you of me of love and of those storms far away in the ocean Let me tell you about winter first, dear I love winter Love the cold cold nights that chilled my mind Frozen and stunned in my thick-cotton-coat and wool gloves Yet just one word from you kept me warm for the whole season now let me talk about you, dear you-sweet you-warm you-full of love but don't pamper me that much, dear me-strange me-always looking for the hands of time well, now I talk about me, dear I...love the gloomy and mournful afternoon love winter and...I love you, dear my heart-the flame is still burning I'm tender-you knew this, right, dear? I'm extravagant-you may also have known this? so love me, dear but don't prison me in prejudices to me they are powerless Wake me up with your true love, please dear then I dare face whatever tomorrow may bring I am telling you at last, dear the story of unsleeping ocean when all the storms dissolve into the silver waves the story of love and the prayer but now... just let me sing the lullaby. dear then love will sleep soundly on the white-haired waves now, time to sleep, dear... winter is coming with her ruby lip. Busan, 05:00am
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