YeouCheng Ma

Rookie (Paris, France)

Gently Through The Night

Past the memories and the silent sorrows
I must bury within the core of my soul,
I speak only of the beauty of the day
The evanescent peace of mind
From a momentary lightness
Of the heart from a word,
A whisper, a murmur
Barely expressed
Scarcely heard,

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