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The feat of beauty.

the walk behind the paddy;

when the sun brims behind the clouds.

And the soft music of the winds,

With the hope of everlasting.

 

The sweet melody;

Stays there �" for those who hear.

The kindness of knowing

That even the richest can wait;

And stay in this sublime forever.

 

I don’t want to sleep;

Nor do i want to remain awake,

In this world.

The glorious joy is there in me.

Push me out, and feel the wind.

 

Journey on.

Yes, look into as deep;

Dream the nostalgia of a world

Unknown, undefined.

Pure, refine the sweet.

 

A cold street, and a empty mind.

The breeze of freeze and the drop of more.

The awareness of the mist;

With the strength of the hidden,

Comforts in my walk ahead.

 

The shirt remains unbottend

i ignore;

and in that blessed mood,

see the gods leering

the gentle whispers of the sweet.

 

The jungle of animals;

The music of the obe,

And the laughter of my tears