My Wave
As joy reliefs the pain
A wave of mature grain
Makes me perceive a warm bliss
No open eyes shall see
What brings eternity
Conduct me to the wakeless
That wave breaks for me
That wave shows my true face
These golden fields of summer...
Well,I can smell it's entity
It's an omnipresent state of mind
But the waves, they wash.
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