hiding face behind clouds
show me; your lips pout
reach me with your stare
across silk road of dreams
i heard one plucking strings
can't make song being played
flute i would prefer listening
keeping me abreast with wind
roaming mountains, deep valleys
i would stay; keep on waiting
maybe that face would come down
to show her smile one more time
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