I look to the sea
The clouds are grey
and so is the water
But, it shines like a polished stone
My little Chinese girl is away
I miss her laughter
I miss her visits
While no one is at home
Shades of grey,
dark, light, and hues of blue
Melancholy puffs of vapor
as I write it all down on paper
Drops of rain, I do not see
like my Chinese girl
I see her in my mind
looking at me from behind those mystical, exotic eyes
This is no surprise
as many a day, the skies
are grey in June
But, my Chinese girl
I keep on thinking of you...
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