RESPONSE

A smothered sigh in deeps of the night,

A light dust is floating in the wind

Loitering the street,

But where can she be found?

 

The weary moon is half-way the sky

And now it rains again;

Regretting why flowers have to fall and die

And the calendar cycle start again.

 

 

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