on a gloomy and windy day
I need an apprentice
(for what you may ask)
someone has to
paint stars in to the gloom,
fill it with glitters;
rewind the wind
to let it flow above
so as to reach the sky
and make it peerless
“I will towel the ground,
let that stranger watch me,
little knowing he is my apprentice”
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