一首小诗

昨晚睡了有六个小时，今天精神还好，居然开始动手整理我内堆得乱七八糟自己都没有勇气去看的桌子了。。。汗滴答。。。

不过意外地发现了几年前一位朋友送我的一首小诗，当时他还郑重其事地用塑胶封起来的。现在读起来，觉得又是一缕温暖。对我来说，诗的好坏只在于读的时候是否能够打动我的心。

"My Blossom"

Your eyes twinkle in the dance with light.
They see what other cannot.
Your heart hold true that which is secret,
for we remain hidden from the view of others...

Colors of pink and white, springtime's rainbow of life...
flutter in the breeze of life to mother earth's embrace.
A blossom is rare and perfect.
You can spend a life time searching for one and it would not be a wasted life.

Like the blossom we are all dying to know life in every breath.
Such is the alpha and omega of being.
So be the blossom and make each day anew as the first sun rays touch the blossom.

Live each moment, know every second and love without fear,
for a blossom loves every sunshine and all drops of dew that are near.

谢谢你R，原谅我没能以同样的方式回报你的感情。但是我永远深深感激。对生活的爱已经开始在我身上复苏，有天我重新站起来的时候，希望可以告诉你。更希望你每天都快乐无忧。