NAPATSORN TREESAP

My pretty night with a shooting star
Let the wind breeze and kiss my face
Gently whispering with a soft kind of voice
Along the moonlight that’s always with me
Let the fireflies light up my darkest dream 
Brighten reality with a fantasy 
Where it has no gravity upon my shoulders
Let the door will always keep open 
With colorful daydreaming of my inner heart 
Be the lullaby sung by the greatest nature 
Where it has the soft voice of a bird 
And an enchanted flow of water on that creek
No more hunter and prey— No more
No more questioning “WHEN HAVE I FALLEN”
To this rabbit hole filled with void and emptiness
I was shot by the gunshots of anger, madness, fear, and greed
Bleeding with sorrowful sentiments and emotions 
Until it’s healed by the folk song with a great ballad sung 
Fresh air came so I could take a breath 
A great warm welcoming of a cozy fireplace waiting ahead 
Embracing with a gentle heart and soul
Flying above the clouds with the voice saying 
“You’re here with me now”
No more questioning “WHEN HAVE I FALLEN TO THE GROUND”

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