Blue
I want to be by the window
And watch the bird flies
I want to walk on the roof
And hear the rain cries
I want to be a road
And keep rolling to the past
I also want to sing a song
Till the breath knows at last ...
Page of painter Du
White breeze comes from the top Leaves float on the green river A storm of colours And the boat in black Windows open to greet Awakening to wait for first My river emerges from your navel Arms are raised to the end of light As whisper pass through the door Like night sleeps in through the scarlet A singing bird swims through white And the spring goes back to ask
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