When you whisper in a soliloquy
I know your overcast face with breezy clouds
An eye of storm gathers rage in yonder land
A deep sigh freezes in circles of nothingness
As if the breezy clouds have lost their wings
And I know there will be no dewdrop of tears
The desert has a long season of drought
The breathless night sizzles with your passion
To chase the wisdom of ancient melancholy.

When your shadow lengthens on my long days and nights
I know the white ship has shed anchored on the dizzy isle
The wiping images of deserting times stop for a moment
Yet life knows the bounds of the basic truths
All hell let loose on the fleeting desires of peace
And peace meets the inevitability of deathly violence.
If you soar high up in the distant heaven to rain tears
The oceanic siren lazily bursts into deafening cheers
As if your intuition has led you into an abysmal disbelief
You know everything without knowing your course of destiny.

I know you
I know you without knowing you
Only my intuition knows me everything for you
Wherever you go go I know, whatever you know I know
And I know you will break the reins of your destiny someday
Someday we will meet in a seasonless journey of life and death.

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