Subject: [poem] escape

From: priscilla <[email-masked]>
Date: Thu, 11 Aug 1994 09:19:31 SGP

in the garden with tulips,
 the soul of flowers rely on me,
 while i was a little girl,
 i hold dream which was my butterfly,
 fly around spot skirt.

 in the piano with tones,
 the heart of life lie to me,
 while i was so tender beautiful,
 i play dream which was my flowers,
 blooming with shape feeling.

 in the poem with loves,
 the kiss of god enclose me,
 while i was so eager for escape,
 i write heart which was my melodys,
 flooding with burst emotion.

 gone with wind.

 meng ran