Poem By Xin Wang

Sitting forward in a public chair
a girl is practising playing her harmonica
shy face when looking up to walking people
imature sounds
while sadness and loneliness
She got a dream
since her childhood
I realize then
that life is a song
singing about you and me at any time
just can't imagine my dream without you
Flying baby
just flying
with me

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A lovely poem, expressing a feeling of hope and beauty.

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