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One of my favority poems

I dreamed of Han-ah
playing a precious silk ball.

I dreamed of when we frist met
behind the lecture hall.

She was still so innocent and bright.
She made feel calm.

She's definitely not evil,
so Ryu-sang said she
must still be alive.
I belived those words.
I couldn't think of anything
else I could do.

So I belived.
I believe that we will meet again
with the same faith I have
that I will meet the people who
I see and say good-bye to everyday.

4laugh Cute poem.