The night's flute engaged
Tonight to the silence.
Hung of a tear, I stand
On the edge of the Moon.
The wind sat on my shoulders
Like over a leaf.
Magical silence and I listen
To the sound of the steps
That will not come.

Shake me, wind, at dawn
When the moon sets,
To fall like a drop of dew
Over the lilies leaves-
Chrystal offering to the sun-
Maybe a cloud will drop me
In the footsteps that have lost me!

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