Ghosts

Ghosts......
They are like silent screams
before the evening-red is gone.
Welcome, good spirits from the dungeon.
I am your lord and master
Alive, powerful, you have contributed to youth
...and made me a man.
Continued to playing your game so that the lovers...
still love each other and water flows from the springs.
Sounds of music
get lost in the dance of the steps,
and pirouettes, like whirlpools, pouring out in depth.
The evening star is already shining, reflecting light in to my eyes,
from the universe,
the baton of life breaks.
Past, present, escape into the future.
There's nothing holding me.
I am freed.
Gently blowing winds, easy-peasy,
...and carrying it out across the country,
they spin around the earth,
Spirits

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