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As if my thoughts
are wandering cloud
heavy at times and simply want to dump it all off
After nights of dreaming
they go up again
float in the sky of life
sunrise after sunset
In between rising moon
crescent or full
there is complete darkness
in the heart of loneliness
I would enjoy my thoughts of moonlight as my self-reflection
or the sound of raindrops
as my wisdom is moisturized
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