On early mornings I watch the moon
on one hand, and the dawn on my other hand,
on one hand, and the dawn on my other hand,
You are my moon sister,
while you dawn are my brother.
With a bow tightly drawn back
I can shoot for the dancing stars in front of
my eyes. I count you all for being my prizes
just like pieces of sweet candies on the tip
of my tongue, others I dreamly plan to
plant them like flower seeds in spring
to offer the the moon to caress and the stars
to illuminate. If only my dreams could
be realized then I know that I am like
a free spirit and alive.
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