Evening wind Morning dew
Soft and breeze Light and sweet
Splashing stars Dashing clouds
Dazzling moon Blazing sun
Calm and still Bright and brisk
Whisper to the morn
Words of love
Touches the hearts
Of chirping birds
Whisper to the dusk
Words of warmth
Touches the hearts
Of rustling pines
What is night? What is day?
Roses bloom
Across the horizon
Floating spirits
Of East and West
Tune of love
Is what is heard!
16 September 1999
1:17am
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