Toronto Journal 2010 (3) Poem by hormish woo

Saw your soul left in the lunch room lonely,
Picked up a piece special information;
Your eyes i had looked your heart sincerely,
Read your eyes and your concatenation.

We had been linked up by copied paper,
Leaving mystery gave our successors;
We raised friendship with our hands forever,
Sewing and mending with cultured scissors.

You did not hesitate to mention it,
A story you chose that did not forget;
Bring my desire with your flying winglet,
There were our future here that you could get.

O boy! you told me you born in this place,
O boy! i believe about your kind face.

June， 6， 2010， Hormish Garden of Toronto 7: 30 to 9: 30 pm
Revised June 11,2010 7: 00 to 8: 30 am