His lucid verses giggle like the dancing brook,
Sometimes flow like a silent river
Figuring mysteries of the broken heart
And oftentimes, twinkles among the stars.
My verses tend to picture the dew-soft meadow
Looking at the blue infinity,
Counting birds and clouds,
Numbering the hearts that I have torn
and the many hearts
That have left their imprints on mine.
Together we are one.
The hundred words that form
a wreath of silent understanding,
Taking words to the dark infinity
Stealthily, carefully,
where dwells perfect peace!
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