Tonight I can write for a thousand nights,
long stories sink, silent as water and as light.
Outside, who is catching the footprints of summer wind?
A smile, maybe a firefly, is flashing by.
Then, there comes a cooing dove.
Nocturnal trees shake, fade into your eternal love.
Between my motionless lips, a word is uttered.
Goodbye. Good night my dear passerby.
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