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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