Sound
Nocturne
In the middle of the deep night
Again today there is a poem that is echoing clearly and quietly
White petals create a melody of compassion
Thoughts that want to make quiet flowers swing
A small wish that is made on shooting stars
Birds carry a hot and pure pulse
Petals swing, hair sways, Pearls run down
Close your eyes, and open your mind
Forget ... forget...
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