Thursday, May 21, 2009

My surreal elegy

the scent of forest will solace you
and bring back your memory alive
you play the melody of the immortal elegy
and you sing by the rhythm

you close your eyes and fly to the moon
the leaves fall as you go higher and higher
surreality seems so real
until you come back to your city of awake
and leave the forest alone again

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