Over the water in midnight
I was standing over bridge,
thinking about stars and
gazing those ridge.
how often does the
moon shines over here,
why did I missed and
what was the fear.
like those water rushing
among the wooden piers,
I was drowned in the flood
of thoughts that gave me tears.
how beautiful it is
to watch these rivers,
the flowers beside them
and the happiness they deliver.
I wounder how many have
passed over the reflections,
but lost in there own heart
and their affections.
how could they miss watching
the moon over the water,
like the children playing
in the woods for those flaughter.
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