A flowering tree
Author:poems
How to let you meet me
In my most beautiful moments
For this
I seek the Buddha years ago
Let us make a QiuFo propounds
Then I turns into a Buddha
Long before you the road
Sunshine,
Carefully covered with flowers
Each is I
When you are near
Please listen
The trembling leaves
I wait for the enthusiasm
And when you finally to ignore
Behind you fall on the ground
Friends!
It is not petals
It is I wither