Tonight I hear the sound of the night


I hear the sound of the night,

The daylight flips inside.

The quick flaps of flocks,

A silent farewell to the trees.

And a yellow flag,

That flutters in the breeze,

The clouds wrestle for space.

The darkness that burns your heart,

A story weaves in a secret place.

Years of search for a light,

Spill out everything,


A flower that never sought a glance of your eyes,

Must not ever be doomed to die.

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