Sunday

sting the eyes 
I laugh with the angels. 
the sky secretly 

look at my. 
Now I'll try to understand the 
this cycle of life. 

There is a time to sow, 

and mowed off, 

without the bitterness of these 

growth in the period, if you live. 

I never 
the calm before the hoped 

sail, but the wind 

forth-supporting. 

I wanted to open sea the sea 

just like a whirlwind 

sailing boat to travel. 

It is out of the storm, the water level 

calm so. now, Sunday 

arrived. I rest a while, 
and sigh wistfully.