Moon, fascinated to see me here
Stars, just smile behind the clouds
When my fingers are dancing
and eyes focus on flat screen millions of colors
Gurgling of water in the pond
That is the music
Fogs singing in frog's tune
and orchids are silent without whisper
so really silent of night
When the painting hanging
full of meaning
also it has light and light
No need moon again tonight
I am waiting a morning
waiting as a long as I can
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