let this serenity of night to be everlasting
as wind chimes, darkened coffee and quiet metaphors
dance through the mounting piles of dead branches
left by the angry summer rain
oh how should i forget!
of waterfalls and silent journey of those leaves
till downstreaming river leads to eternal blue
till the dawn of oranges break its sublime image
thus end is near, mate.
be on journey once more, lad.
before we go to those eternal blue.
ajie
December 11, 2009
2.27 AM
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