Breezing wind covers the long night
I walk the street at end of the day
The moon still follow my path day by day
I can't stop listening to inner soul
whispering to all old nobleness pleased deep down
It is still breathtaking night even in the breezing night
I can't stop composing from time to time
Each part of what I am thinking is skin of art
A phrase , a rhythm and a verse finally embrace together
The day full of them keep my spirit up
I am art. I am art.
The moon still follow my path day by day
I can't stop listening to inner soul
whispering to all old nobleness pleased deep down
It is still breathtaking night even in the breezing night
I can't stop composing from time to time
Each part of what I am thinking is skin of art
A phrase , a rhythm and a verse finally embrace together
The day full of them keep my spirit up
I am art. I am art.
photo by Vincent Chin
written in 01/03/2013
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