This is the intoxication of sorrow and grief
Silent Song
This is the intoxication of sorrow and grief.
It is the exhaustion of infatuation and covetousness.
It is the trembling and shivering of the whole forest.
trembling in the breeze's embrace.
It is a song to the gray boughs and leaves
This is the song sung by the faint music of all.
Oh this faint and fresh murmur!
It is rustling, it is gurgling.
It's like a swaying wave of grass
Exhale a gentle sound ......
It makes you feel that it is the underwater of the migrating water
The pebbles are gently tumbling and grinding.
It's the mind sighing and mourning.
With a whimpering sound, sinking into sleep.
This is our mind, isn't it?
This may be my heart and your soul
Gently, while the gentle twilight
A humble chant?
About the Creator
Skreen Kasack
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