When you open a window~
and the sweet rays~
of Orange sun~
filtering through the morning haze~
meet your eyes.
The cool breeze~
filtered by the leaves~
makes whistling sounds.
The flowing waters~
in the channel~
wet the rocks~
on one side~
makes insane noises.
They all make you close your eyes~
and inhale all the air~
of the universe.
And I just stand there~
leaning against the rock~
with arms wrapped;~
head tilted;~
eyes smiling~
and seeing you from a distance.
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