By Yolanda (许俊妍）
Your words are like pink pink blossoms
Shedded from branches of your soul.
Drifting in the dreamy April breeze,
They hum your tunes into the sky.
My words are like white white pigeons
Set free from the cage of my mind.
Flitting in the cosy east wind,
They flap my stories into the air.
When pigeons catch blossoms,
They blaze into a ballet dance,
So dainty, yet so incomparable,
That no one has ever gazed upon before.
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