My soul like voice of bell,
gathering dead on cold paving stone;
sweet and serious in temple a hymn,
or prayer of fainting day.
A boat goes on with loose sails,
follows vastness of seas;
long hours accompanies turns
of swallows cutting air out.
Sometimes, crazy, in meditate lost,
wandering at random,
leaf of south beat
float in waters of gentle pond!
Rolls in hurt complaint,
wood wakes up of aurora,
in notes of tearful leaves
laments dreams once upon a time.
Poor mockery of cruel mistakes,
lost laughters.
Author notes
Prompt: What is the best thing for being sad...
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A contest entry
- What's the best thing for being sad...24 hours by kaibab.
1575 points, ended November 11, 2007, 11 entries
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It is in the sigh of now that season shine eternal promise...away from pie to flash in sky
absorbing face to race in empty...thanks so much for you entry
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