CHASING THE DUSK
The echo speaks
The horizon runs to the ocean with glee
The trees cry for it is goodbye
Turning to night when it is dawn
The tears are joyous rains
That fall down to open lust
The dance of bamboo creates a wondrous myth
Swaying and giggling and laughing
The wind chimes with a whistle of a shadow
That chasing the dusk on a full moon bright
The echo speaks
The horizon runs to the ocean with glee
The trees cry for it is goodbye
Turning to night when it is dawn
The tears are joyous rains
That fall down to open lust
The dance of bamboo creates a wondrous myth
Swaying and giggling and laughing
The wind chimes with a whistle of a shadow
That chasing the dusk on a full moon bright
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