White pebbles roll
Back and forth
Like a cradle
Rocking my little world
Blue light scatters
Across green oceans golden rice fields
And remote temples
These days
I wonder
Where has the postman gone to
Letterbox is empty
Weather has changed
Cool air in the autumn eve
Is a disguise of nostalgia
Lingering breathing and haunting
On the other side of the wall
Written by JerSki BjorkSen
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