JACKIE CHOU The Sea
where I live I cannot see
the roaring sea
the roaring sea
but a lone silhouette at night
makes gray the moonlight
outside
dusty windows, yellowish
curtains that used to be white
makes gray the moonlight
outside
dusty windows, yellowish
curtains that used to be white
loose garage doors
that shake as the wind blows
rattle all night
the cold moon
reflects my ebbing mood
as you say good-bye
that shake as the wind blows
rattle all night
the cold moon
reflects my ebbing mood
as you say good-bye
your blue eyes
which mimic the ocean
the empty street
where you are nowhere
to be seen
which mimic the ocean
the empty street
where you are nowhere
to be seen
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