Illustration: Tuan Anh
As night falls, the leaves drift dreamily.
The crescent moon, shattered, awaits the drifting clouds.
A thread of sadness, a flower of serenity.
Drops fall on the desolate keyboard, carried by the thousand winds.
Touching the mold. The shadow of time.
Touching the realm of memories. The vast, thin night.
The sky touches the river of clouds.
Fragile like dust. Full of dreams.
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