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Sunset is coming, the time before I started,
My longed moment is yet to come.
I was walking again on a dark alley with only myself carrying a sack,
Again, I'll repeat something that I always do.
At the end of the alley I could see an open path but after a brief second,
A figure suddenly blocked my view.
It became dark, accompanied with the dawn of the sun, the place is quiet.
The eerie silence is ear shattering, almost as if the silence is noisy.
Tinnitus is his name, the noise I hear during silence.
I continued to walk even if it's dark, even if it's silent.
This is the familiar feeling I've been receiving, every time I walk here.
For others, it's daunting and could be horrendous,
But for me it's a pleasure, the silence doesn't kill me,
It makes me feel at peace.
As I continue to walk, I become closer to the shadowy figure,
Nearing the gap between us.
I walked in a slow paced, being careful not to break the silence,
Being slow makes me appreciate the beauty of silence
And then the dark space kissed the sky,
The sun is gone, the dark of the night came as I look above.
Minutes have passed, I'm now facing the figure,
I could already smell her fragrance, emanating from her body.
Crimson silk, dancing flawlessly, it's pouring down,
I stared at it for a long time as I move my sight towards her head,
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Seventh Sentiments
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