Leaves leave me,
And won't sing in the spring…
Under it all, I feel the rain's pain,
On my skin, each non-stop drop…
And by six o'clock, I see the sun run,
Making shadows in the past's grass…
I know it all moves around me,
Hidden on the skin, abundant in the heart…
Tonight I suffer under a loud cloud,
Waiting for a star-peek to weave deceive me…
Make me dream of a tiny moon dune,
All of my very own…
Someplace far from this world swirled
With wrong songs and book crooks,
Where when you need them most
Even the trees flee and bees just…
Be.
~~Fiddler, I know, I know...I should be happy for that rain has finally hit Taipei, since water is needed so badly. But you know me--"moody"......
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