CHANTING WITH THE WINDS

To you whom I trusted my fate,
always grip on it please.
Never to ignore the previous confession
I've laboriously mouthed in peace.
The myriads of stars are there watching
all night with great fairness.
Shining with all the hope,
as I sleep in total calmness.

As a fresh morn breaks,
I remember Morpheus, the god of dreams,
painting your face in the sky,
with the perfect color that blends.
You will always be the figure
that conquers every heart that falls.
I remain in love, I'm sure.
Just trust me dear, I call.
I will prove to the doubtful minds
the spirit of truthfulness.

Thus, even how preposterous my intention is,
I must trek the wilderness.
Never will a man reach a peak
without courage down deep.
For every journey on earth
always starts with a single step.


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