I witnessed her
before the wind
and felt her
with the grasses
on her knees
disappearing
into the mystics
i believe
i see myself cry
look at the sea
and into the sky
as she just
stupefy
into the mystic
and when the
rain pours down
i want to
come in home
and when the
pain bring on
i want to
heal within
i don't want to
bear it now
wake back in
the slumbers
when she go away
hiding herself
into the mystic
wilting flowers
withering leaves
dew on the silk
with floating breeze
ah! why she always
have to vanish
into the mystic
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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