Singing, a song of loneliness
From a beat to a pitch
To rhyme Shall never be reached.
Humming, the story of the world
From a city to a village
To highest mountain Shall never be climbed.
Following, the miggration of birds
From summer to winter
To spring that Shall never bring coolness of autumn.
Observing, the change of cloud
from thick fog to a waterdrop
To the storm that rain Shall never stop.
sailing, with a heart made of ocean,
But still beating:
Beating in resonance with mother nature:
The organic and inorganic,
The cruelty of survival for fittest and
The sympathy of helping each other.
I am sitting under starry sky,
Singing a song of loneliness
At a tiny corner of the universe.
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