These trees older than me
which seen a lot like me
They whisper our sigh
but a sigh is a sigh-
The stars up in the sky
taking prayers whispered to sky
But prayers belong to heaven
it's the business of One in heaven-
and who am I
to try?
nor to cry?
Hearst, Washington DC-US
October 18,2005
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