Re: poem by Sr# EnglishChat - 鸟语花香
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Following your hiding sight,
I capture the spirit of the night.
It's my happyness,
It's your willingness.
Fading into a medieval knight,
I hold you into me tight.
Oh, my goodness,
how can I be rendered with carelessness?
In some of those days,
I stretched my wings to soar,
I opened one more door.
That's when you shine me through with one single ray,
so that I attach to you more and more,