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Golden Moon
On a dark night
I'm driving through the mist of the city
with all the worries
in my mind.
suddenly
a brilliant sight shone in my eyes
the moon leaning itself against
the dusty hill.
Was the Goddess of the moon
inspired
and weaved herself golden
As the aura behind a golden crown?
behold,
here comes the magical golden moon!
In the darkest of the clouds,
it lifts itself up in grace,
Glowing in serenity.
As the universe expands,
it unfolds itself to me.
As it's golden bless touches my shoulder.
Golden moon,
The dreaming ground for poets
and the romantic.
I say there are green mountains, rivers and sea
endless forests on the golden moon.
and beautiful girls singing.
it's loveliness permeates with harmony.
Suddenly I wonder
If the people standing on the Golden moon
would see the golden earth the same way too?
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Written while driving on a dark night, July 9th,1998
Copyright � 1998 by Harry Wang, All rights reserved
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