Sleeping sound
Many you awaken
Sleeping sound
...
VANQUISHER of the West Wind, tyrant of all
blossoms,
The whole of Autumn's colours are busy in its behoof;
One plain twig is set beneath my study window -
...
The red candles are snuffed and brighten again;
The green flasks are filled to the brim.
I care not that the road ahead is long;
Only I fear that this night may be too short.
...
They'll consider you a lesser
quiet in your ways
a dumbed down melon ball
with all the worlds pain at bay
...
Orpheus looked upwards toward the sky
hoping more
wishing for
...
Everything is submissive to change
The stars the mountains and the wind swept plains
...
Sway bound Moon
Full and round
Pitching wayward
Away into my thoughts
...
The ring of a bell carries a consistent tone
A wave dispersing
reaching
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