Peng Ming of the four-induced black eye like you, like me blink Grape

 Your black eye like a wink to me, like Grape
- Reading Peng Ming as beautiful vine-green grape leaves
disorder in the sun with the wind flying on
that was my intention to you gently swaying posture that was my calling
dancing posture of your Call
gently heart-green grape leaves in the sun, the wind flying on my head like a vine
as beautiful black eye disorder
you, like me, like Grape blink
(question in mind: Thank poet Peng Ming's drift of smoke that I dare you to love
suddenly a terrible idea that comes to mind
Why not unlatched the door was finally opened to love your black eye like
Grape as to I rely on my trembling tongue to
how
not actually dominated by their own Speechless white real estate broker to hold your
, etc. not to sit down to more bad thoughts
lines programmed also upset the square but you can not think
lick your smiling face I remember you cheek
lure my feeling is a green seaweed
Remember My brave are you from long-term when the wind favored
Whenever you come to my children heard the door gently open
When it rains, I know you put in the window
Acacia tears that night because I did not go to your classmates
you let me tear out the soul of victims of the night you
harm you let me tear out your soul
night that night because I did not go to your classmates in the
When it rains I knew you when Acacia tears when the wind outside the window
whenever I heard the door to your child to gently open
Remember My brave are you from long remember you have the temptation to favor
I'm feeling is a green seaweed
but you smile and let me lick your face cheek
programmed square lines also could not think of chaos, etc. not to sit down
more bad thoughts Speechless
actually white real estate broker to hold your trembling tongue
how I do not by themselves a black eye dominate
you, like me, like Grape to
Why not rely on virtual love the door was finally opened to cover
suddenly a terrible idea that comes to mind
front of the smoke released into the atmosphere that I dare you to love
I smoke from time to time in bed bookcase
shaking in the glass softly in the wind from the window wandering
gently put aside the curtain