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The flowers,the birds,the wind and the moon,

even today i look up to the sky and seek them,

since when did we fail to notice the starlight of the night sky?

i look up to the mauve heavens.Have i forgotten something?

the wind carries the sound of an incessant song,

like a flower i patiently wait,hoping to hear your voice again,

then i saw a bud in the distance,

oh how it quivered!

but i don't know your name,little bud,

for a thousand years i've waited for you to undo this illusion i call reality.


But if you won't bloom,

take the wind's song as a farewell gift,

a fleeting prayer,

for the birds,

for the winds,

for the moon,

in order to knot the threads that bind us together.



But if you won't sing,

take the wind's song as your perch,

you birds,

this night,

by my side,

your united voices will ride softly,

Upon the wind,

to the eternal spring,

where you reside,

Where ever it may be.

How I wish to be held so tender,
To be bashed by an emotional horde,
with emotions passions holding me prisoner, while the electric feeling dangles like a cord.
But at heart I'm still weak,
And tormented by sensual matters,
So battered I can barely speak,
Of little good will be the plasters.
A good plan must be put in motion lest my throbbing heart will give,
The stench of a ridiculous notion,will show my troubled heart still lives.[
I know the pains of life everyone faces,
But in all these hardship I certainly shan't lose my head,
Intertwined love and pain make up my laces,
Of those commodities I am well fed.
I pray my heart to thee do not forsake,
My heart, my soul are all yours for the take,
As I sit here alone this day before the lake,
"despise me not "I say"for my sake".

Pray do tell, know you not why I cry?
'tis this forbidden Passion of ours which has thrust me far from your bossoms,
If this continues I fear I might die,
Without having to once more sniff the scent of your thousand blossoms.
Those eyes that Peirce the soul,
The mind and the heart,
Now has me under it's sole,
Trapped in the sunshine is love,helpless and blind as a bat.
I see you my fair maiden,
With lips like the red red rose,
And eternally I am laden,
By your mysteries stacked in infinite rows.

My blue moon,my ray of hope,
My love for you is surely no news!
From Stygian you draw me like a rope,
My clue, my Lilly,certainly you are my muse.
By faith it's me your humble admirer,
Who greatly adored you from a distance,
I'm stuck in my love for you like quagmire,
This thing called destiny it's certainly no mis-chance.

The force that's as old as time,
Above your beauty do I hover,
Despite my empty lines poor with rhyme,
i am as i was a, desperate lover.