How tender the light was
Casting
At a late summer sunset.
The horizon was a calm arc
Resting
Between the purple sky and
The midnight blue sea.
And yet without the trace of time
In silence
The moon was climbing.
The pink waves broke in pieces
Dancing
As if with endless joy for their fate.
Seen by ancestors, all were
In eternity
Without a sigh.
~ 冰河•静 (August 21, 2013)
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