A Poem
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away
And yellow leaves of autumn which have no songs
flutter and fall there with a sign
o troupe of little vagrants of the world
leave your footprints in my words
the world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover
it becomes small as one song as one kiss of the eternal
it is the tears of the earth that keep her smile in bloom
the mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass
who shakes her head and laughs and files away
let this be my last word that I trust thy love
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away
And yellow leaves of autumn which have no songs
flutter and fall there with a sign
o troupe of little vagrants of the world
leave your footprints in my words
the world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover
it becomes small as one song as one kiss of the eternal
it is the tears of the earth that keep her smile in bloom
the mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass
who shakes her head and laughs and files away
let this be my last word that I trust thy love
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