you fill an empty space
an unerected house in a field of dream
the empty love that get away
the dark alley after dawn
you are not needed when the sun is shinning
you are too dimmed in a full house
you prefer to stay behind
because you are light itself
you lament for the long lost ones
your tears fill the creek and river
flow to the ocean of sorrow
the monastery for the mystics and hermit
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