Luyện nghe bài hát Meshes

Look at the
The it divides
Habitual delights
You find comfort in outside
observation
You with intent
And against the
words linger, retain
And you want to put head
On the window pane
In pockets phrases are found and
Lost are sounds you sang and
I saw the hours
And occasions unable to attend
A dip,
A dent,
A triumph or false
forms
Transposed to space
Pale makes
A new and aspect
You relief In counting objects
That traits
You hope to
forgone
Closed,
Autumn is
Spring in a
forgone
Closed,