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An Endless Art

Through the dawning sky,
she gloriously flee
Approaching the echoes
of the hummingbirds.
Every touch from the soft puffed clouds
will turn into bliss
And will shroud her with coat
when the thunder roars.

The little girl rested
on the treeless plain
As mirth beautifully written
amidst her dainty glance.
She rolled over the grassland
of an emerald reign,
Cherishing the moment
of her youthful dance.

The afternoon came
and it tormented her soul,
Scattering the mellifluous song
like withered leaves.
The notes the she will sing
hums dull and lifelessly
As though nocturne plays
when the night seeps.

She settled down, quietly
under my dear twilight.
It is lovely how they became
like twinkling stars.
Her childhood memories
turned vague in her sight
But the beauty within the moment
has became an endless art.