The life rise oozes from every pore
Sounds bounce and fade into night air
The voice is recorded in the sky and earth
A new moment
A new thought
A new kind
A new place
A new view
A new expression
An empty place
There is no answer
There is another thinking
The quietness tells me something
There is a secret here
It is far from me
I can not reach
My action is blind-folded
I do empty-headed
Behind the empty what?
Almost unveiled but no, gone,
An empty mind again.
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