Through winter I wait for the day
when I can see you again.
The many springs you've experienced,
sharing your love across our homeland.
Much has happened since I left
for this foreign place.
I open my window
staring at the jacaranda leaves falling on the lake.
How I wish I could be close to you.
So far away but I still feel the warmth of your love.
Until next spring....
Thursday, October 16, 2008
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