The night sings through
Tree leave windpipes
With mild cool breeze
In the front yard
On white sand
The night paints
With silvery paint,
Borrowed from the moon
Night invites me out
With its enticing wonders
Seen on the CCTV
I wish I know
How to repair
My wheelchair
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 1:28 AM UTC
The night sings through
Tree leave windpipes
With mild cool breeze
In the front yard
On white sand
The night paints
With silvery paint,
Borrowed from the moon
Night invites me out
With its enticing wonders
Seen on the CCTV
I wish I know
How to repair
My wheelchair
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