Desire
The moon in the mist
Of the evening becoming faint
And the moment stars start to paint the night ...
The blurry winter
The fuzzy memory
And a dizzy song ...
If all the sounds are sucked out ... will this world be more peaceful?
If there’s no usual melancholies anymore ... will it be ok?
May the universe fall into this world always dented with the uncertainties.
Maung Maung Sa
2009
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