My Interpretation of Poetical Ideas, Messages, Information and Resources.

A song

In countless frantic nights,

i see you standing in the wind,

when i’m in a trance,

every heartstring tugged,

when there’s your joy and sighs,

flowers raining down from,

the cherry tree ,

the sound of flowing brook,

under the oak ,

are all hymns to this season,

broken petals falling to the ground,

in the dream,

making a brittle sound,

in the dawn,

lazy jazz waking up,

with the sun,

the distant bell ringing,

in the heart,

standing on the top of the mountain,

looking for a kind of song,

not realizing,

it’s been playing in the heart,

for a long time.


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