Your eyes are pale, like moon,
Do you not sleep at night?
Do you keep your eyes fixed on the moonlight?
All the time your head is drooped,
Can it be that you're thinking of the flimsy world?
Can it be you're thinking about the unrealised dreams?
Can it be you're thinking about fleeting time?
Can it be you're gazing on the holy light?
Can it be you are listening the mystic sound?
You may not tell me the reason,
But, I am sure you're thinking about the secret hidden -
About your beloved living in you!
Mykoul
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