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No, I am not writing to celebrate
Neither am i expecting you to praise.
Like how the sun peeps through the waving leaves
I'm in search of the meaning of my life.

Treasure can't be found under fallen leaves.
Though some may gain wealth from effortless deeds.
Must I sit and weep over my despair?
Or can this simply be the fault of Eve?

I am that treasure not yet uncovered.
Through rain, hail, and snow I patiently wait
Just for one to notice this glowing gem.
Then 'Trifles!' I'd call all that I've suffered!

August 29, 2006