Thou who do not stand with me

Painstakingly, Night Sky embraces the Moon and Star.

Kindly, the Moon gaze.

Nervy,  the Star glitter.

Do the Star not live in harmony with the Moon?

Do thou not stand before me?

Such illusion; relationship can be.

The Star talks not to the Moon

Bonjour once, to my wordpress, prepared to be push into oblivion and ignorance soon ahead. Feeling somewhat confused, tinged with a little of boredom, may this untimely poem represent my current unwillingness to post any further to rejoice in the birth of my latest wordpress (this, duh).

~ by Tan Zhao Xun on October 31, 2008.