Growing

2016年8月17日 晴

Though engraving her an inch baby

She is packed as a small school lady

Curly hairs on shoulders swaying

I sigh with emotion time chasing

Fathers and mothers became graying

Cultivated baby trees up growing

To shade the twisting backs

From naughty sunshine and bitter rain

I sang songs lonely but whispering will

Pray for every angel to comfort aging

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