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Here comes the sound

The only thing I long for is a single piece of conscience in the world.

Humble as cirrus, I remain blossom.

Glory days shared.

That night was born in the mind

With the smell of memory, the moon light sheds as in a romantic tale. 

Life, lies as bleachers quietly,

as long as solitude, as short as happiness

 Before leaving, I regret that I cannot flip the time and I wish to have that life in eternity. 

Lies the seed, that with the sun’s love, in the spring, becomes a rose.

 

A leaf falls from the window, quietly lies in my book. 

It is expecting to be found when I read the book again.

Between now and then, Is it raining? Is the sun rising and shining? 

Those cirrus, persevering and optimistic , 

smiling as time seasons.

leaving my footprint on every inch of the boulevard.

  

 When night falls, there is a place with love of sweat.

That’s the breathless blue.

 

Rain comes up when home is around the corner, this is the love of givings.

 

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  1. mz2259 says

    Beautiful and…… sentimental? :D



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