Tuesday, April 16, 2013

My black Hair and Jacket

My black Hair and Jacket

Underneath my black hair 
I saw the face of unknown land
When a body of searching of self 
To wear the black jacket
The black colour will be a remembrance
If this dark world is impermanence
And darkness is impermanence
And black colour is also impermanence

When my black hair will turn into white as snow
And my jacket will disappear its colour
Meantime, I silently go
with my barefoot
And leave you a trace of memory.

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