Sunday, April 29, 2007

Poem: Sailing Boat

Life is without love and goal.
What good can it produce?
I am a sailing boat in the blue ocean.
Which lost a compus to guide.
I am sick and my time is running out.
But I feel I am luckier than anyone in the world.
Cause I can still dream and use my last energy to paddle.
I will find the wind that lead me to the promised land.