Whenever a friend from my past comes back into my life,it stirs up all sorts of floating emotions.
He
He is like a poem,
He is like a poem,
a pastoral poem to be exact.
Or maybe like a chanson,
softly soaring through my atmosphere.
He is like an owl,
both beautiful and wise.
Or perhaps he is like phantom,
whose spirit never dies...
(PS:Eric has been frustrated with his dissertation and the defense was delayed from March to May to July,now to never-know-when.Cheer up,dear.Everything will be okay.)
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