Float...
Float like a fallen green leaf.
Wander the surface of this vast lake's waters,
Let it's calmness become your soul's petty thief.
Wander...
Wander through the skies,
Let your eyes dance with the flying swallows,
See in clouds promises of sweet lies.
Listen...
Listen to the whistling wind,
The grass and bamboo flutes play distant tunes,
Which help you forget that you sinned.
Feel...
Feel the breeze in your skin,
Taking far away spoken words wished forgotten
With it's slow breath, so frail and thin.
Love...
Love this lake as the one you miss.
Float until your senses are pleased and your soul deceased,
Drift forgetting what you felt was amiss,
When you were dismissively denied
That very last kiss.
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