In the lonely mountain

By Moza   

The evening star quietly trails the moon’s steps around.
The lonely mountain silently hears the farthest galloping sounds.
Countless sheep came in flocks, after the bellwether followed.
The flute’s melody gently blew, spreading in the vast meadow.
Life gradually faded, leaving behind half landscape.
I lost the chance to send you off, sorry I came too late!
Reminiscing the time we had, in this silent night alone I stand.
Drifted away by world’s streams, rushing to be in tune with time,
failing to meet.

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Tags : mountain, galloping, sounds, flute, meadow
Key Words : world, stream, time, meet, late

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