Never met a dusk I didn’t like-
I stand there, I stand in rame.
The abendrot shade of dusk fades me.
I feel the overwhelming urge to run away.
I look for a place to stay.
My heart fills with the eventing serenity.
I again look into the irenic dusk and feel detached from the bothering life.
‘The Floating World’ seems very peaceful, calm as winter.
I whelve my eyes that sees dead like darkness,
my heart feels a nostalgia for a time I never known.
I rise, I rise from the death,
I rise again.
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