BROOK IS LIKE THE SMOKE FROM INCENSESTICK
YOU ARE LIKE AN ABSTRACT SOFT CURVE
I AM,
LIKE A RIPPLE, TO TRANSMIT THE TIDAL SURGE.
CANVAS AND BRUSHES EVER HANG TO THE EASEL OF LIFE.
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IN THE PENANCE-- I AM....
COMPOSING THE COLORFUL TUNES
SPREADING THE FRAGRANT EMOTIONS
CARRYING THE SPARK OF FIRE ON THE HEAD OF DREAMS.
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IN THE PROVIDENCE-- YOU ARE
LIKE THE UN-TAMED POEM
LIKE THE UNRULY VOYAGE
LIKE A BOAT- LIKE A SONG- BEYOND MY URGE--
LEAVING ME BEHIND-- YOU ARE
TOO FAR---- TOO LONG---- WHY? WHY SO?
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WHY AM I LIKE AN ANCHORED EMOTION?
STUCK IN THE AUTUMN BUSH ON THE BANK OF BROOK
MY LORD... MY LOVE
HOW TO WELCOME YOU ?
NEAR THE RIVER-MOUTH WITH ALL MY SENSES--
SENSES SO ANCIENT,,, SINCE
THE FIRST MOON-BEAM KISSED THE MAIDEN NIGHT.
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WHY YOU ARE THE UN-TAMED POEM?
WHY I AM AN ANCHORED EMOTION?
MY LORD.............? MY LOVE...........?