Without A Sound, Staring, Not Even A Word

The breeze gently stroked the body
The dream embraces the silence warmly
make forgetful of a wish
Leave all desire behind

Happiness is too arrogant to forget you
Who becomes afraid of solitude
Make you feel disloyal to your body
When the heart always thinks of taste

But behold, they are running towards being happy
While I was too busy hiding from the crowd
"Of the contentiously happy, is it the end?"
"Will the happiness disappear, leaving behind the flakes of love?"

I often ask her, where did she come from?
Without a sound, without staring, not even a word
Taste, soul, desire, if I could hear them
About how loyal the Blood is.

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24 September 2018