A long October night,
going down slowly
Groping the naked branches
and the muffled roar
White chest and softest earth
At the tops of the crystal branches
embracing
I'm the lake: sailing on it
sailing, uncovering the small ripples
that drives the lotus flowers
sailing, looking at the fragrant light
Arriving on the other side, then leave it alone
- Your boat, I'll keep it
***
going down slowly
Groping the naked branches
and the muffled roar
White chest and softest earth
At the tops of the crystal branches
embracing
I'm the lake: sailing on it
sailing, uncovering the small ripples
that drives the lotus flowers
sailing, looking at the fragrant light
Arriving on the other side, then leave it alone
- Your boat, I'll keep it
***
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