light reflects off crystal broken pieces reconnecting glinting and blinding, cutting like swords a song hummed in the blood beating as rain falls on upturned leaves in bamboo forests far beyond us now. remember those mornings where the sky hung low and the clouds swirled around our feet spreading wings like cranes soaring away under the sun's touch leaving room for gentle shadows the sounds of music dancing with the wind? there is a home there bamboo, and simple, standing vacant tidy, clean, empty. happiness was simple once. now the moon hangs heavy over night-dark eaves and the lanterns, unlit swing in the cold winds.
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broken pieces reconnecting
glinting and blinding, cutting like swords
a song hummed in the blood
beating as rain falls on upturned leaves
in bamboo forests far beyond us now.
remember those mornings
where the sky hung low
and the clouds swirled around our feet
spreading wings like cranes
soaring away under the sun's touch
leaving room for gentle shadows
the sounds of music
dancing with the wind?
there is a home there
bamboo, and simple, standing vacant
tidy, clean, empty.
happiness was simple once.
now the moon hangs heavy
over night-dark eaves
and the lanterns, unlit
swing in the cold winds.