Longing calm

The reddish moon lay low, 

Over the orange green farm say so

A blue innocence spread across, 

Holding the parting eve in a cross

Houses scattered far over the hills, 

Chattering with air, mist and shy chills


What is it that you hide?

Whom do you aspire and glide?

I hear no whispers, it's so silent, 

They not pray, nor play violin 

Where are the crickets and the butterflies? 

I see not them, where they flying?


I am sure, 'm happy and sad together, 

Calm so my breath, it longs forever

What my age, does it matter?

I sit here, waiting for thy chatter...


Now come on, I am tired and cold,  

Calling this a night, I seek my hut to behold


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