Retrouvaille

Oh big bamboo flute

Don’t drag me through the old days

Where the nuisance called me seethes  forever

A wild longing  ended up in lost saudade of woods

What if I would merakied that time and hold you?

Instead I lost myself in vagaries

Hence the retrouvaille is needed

Darling everything return to the origin

Like the horizon vanished into the blue sky

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