Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away
And yellow leaves of autumn which have no songs flutter and fall there with no sign
Oh troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover it becomes small as one song
as one kiss of eternal it is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles the the bloom
the mighty desert is Burning for the love of the blade of grass, who shake her head
and laughs and flies away,let this be my last word that i trust the love
updated by b.j. at 11:50 AM;
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