A SILENT SONG

A SILENT SONG

Crazy clouds! Whose roads are you wrapped in the silver cloth? These embroidered stones still watch you calling a stork. Crazy clouds! You may spill your tears on a shoulder wrapped in a dark cloak. Whose knees are you wrapped in a white pond? These embroidered stones may remember any praying monk. An embroidered piece of silk can hardly last long. An embroidered stone wrapped in the air’s clock is a silent song.

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