Truth


Sound of the bees disturbs me never
as the silence of your sound
Smell of the flowers attracts me never
as the fragrance of your smile

The sun, the moon was never brighter
than your earrings
Though your voice is like symphony
I can't play the violin for you

Just open your eyes and see the
Bright shadow of your silence
See the flowers that bloom in your side
That never lose its fragrance

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