that many small vortex

This mountain, the water ..
thousand thoughts,the encounter but would rather not meet.,
in the babble to quietly flowing ...
moonlight whiten the night sky,
dream is to spend the edge of the voice melodious.
mind flashes, heart shore corner,
the Acacia collection with care, another little bit open,
attached to living on the water floating light.
then, that many small vortex,
light and elegant like the flowers open up.
spread out the delicate fragrance of a blossoming mind.
me, is the lake side,
thousand years, waiting for you.
I long to wet your name is missing,
love, in the light wind in crooning singing.
night knitting a dream of you,
you set the color in face of cell,
quiet stroll amidst the flame in the wave.
sigh lightly across my fingers,
hand, only then The homeless live in the leaf,
you, still standing on the other side,
silence, sadness, like the cold.
wind will be old, landscape is also tremendous.
the wind wrinkled image of love that ,
they blew away the melancholy of a thousand years ...

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