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Faint aftertaste

Thick fog is over,
light wind,
a touch of sun,
floating leisurely with the thin clouds,
flowers blooming,
leaving a trace of faint scent,
like a good wine,
like a victorious scenery,
forgot which place it was,
stained with this kind of smell,
quite touching,
like silks of sentiment,
hard to break,
wants and wishes,
hard to end.
Faint aftertaste,
poesies and paintings galore,
faint aftertaste,
the best comfort to the mind.

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