Luyện nghe bài hát Meshes

Look at the
The it divides
Habitual delights
You comfort in seeing outside
observation
You with intent
And against the
Sometimes words linger,
And you want to put your
On the cold window
In phrases are found and forgotten
are sounds you sang and examined
I saw the hours
And countless occasions unable to
A dip,
A dent,
A triumph or step
Frequent
Transposed to space
daylight makes
A new and different
You relief In counting objects
That traits
You to reflect
Format
Closed,
is past
Spring in a
forgone
Closed,