Trenchant silence
Twittering birds slept
Trumpery night
The moon, a water soluble tablet,
Melting in the lake
No song in my mind
No poem
Returning from the lakeside
I enter my room
On a virgin page of my secret dairy
Write down your name
The night would over soon
At dawn, another new day would break out
My cellphone never rings for years
OMelting
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