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"In the hills of mystery, in the foggy web of destiny, you can have what's left of me." < by Bob Dylan > ...
03. Wilting Dawn
Walking...aging...burning the flame in the rain...when getting older, when burying the nerve thunder, time is running fast, we experience the cycle.
A century of breath, decades of suffering, what if the world never knows, I wonder.
A broken heart, fallen leaves, when will the sky be with no grace.
I listen to the harmonica, I wish I could fall asleep.
A body is limited, and a brain is suffocated; when will our soul be hiding to.
Frapped skin, covering eyes, one can hardly see the glaze.
Polluted world, rusted stain, the beauty can only be built on the trash.
I saw the tree, branches in branches, pointless to the air.
This is the present tense of us.
Clockes spin by themselves, we only chase after them.
The firstmover regards, while the latecomer regrets.
Who is the right person to direct?
A contact of touch, and a connection of sight, I borrow the sorrow that follows.
It is the edge of the spinning, a pole erects in the snow.
Though cold, no road to flow...
April 29, 2002
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