crimson glow peeking
through naked tree
framing mighty light
for a moment i think
'small things means lot'
when seen differently
i have tiny dust in my eye
did surely deprive my mind
water to wash; air to dry
but when you said 'goodbye'
yes; nothing seem to work
i can't walk away but sigh
(light is looking into
my eyes, i can see blurry
shadows.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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