The wind, like a heart that swam in the accumulated words
The clouds, a voice that was shot into the holding future

The moon, a shaking heart in an unsteady mirror
The stars, gentle tears in an overflowing stream

Isn't it beautiful, to walk together in each others hands
I do so want to go,
To your city, your house, into your arms.

That heart
, held within your body
In those confusing nights
I dream

The wind, its halting words are a gentle illusion
The clouds, the broken future like a distant voice

The moon, a heart flowing in the clouded mirror
The stars, broken and swaying, like tears unable to be hidden.

Isn't it beautiful, to walk together in each others hands
I do so want to go,
To your city, your house, into your arms.

A soft touch,
Dissolving into morning,
I dream.



yao yanlong
juz reached 17
16th january 1988
red swastika primary
chung cheng high(main)
Nanyang JC
yao_yanlong@hotmail.com

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