Night Walk on the Mountain Path
As dusk descends, we take our time,
Along familiar paths, we climb.
The evening breeze, the cricket’s tune,
Lead us gently toward the moon.
A streak of red in fading light,
Dims slowly with the fall of night.
Below, the valley lights awake,
A hundred stars the darkness makes.
Bamboo sways like fields unseen,
While hidden scents drift in between.
Though night is hushed, our senses rise,
Alive beneath these spacious skies.
Thoughts drift like leaves in quiet air,
Freed from every weight and care.
And from that dream, we turn to roam,
Hand in hand, our footsteps home.
(Written & illustrated by Mookoo Liang)
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Note: This poem was inspired by my previous post 夜遊中心壠. The photos below were taken in the final days of October.
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相關文章 (See also)：
1) 《夜遊中心壠》 (2024)
2) 日落時分 (Gorgeous Sunset) (2022)
3) Glory in October (十月榮光) (2024)
4) (步道整修中) We're Walking Along... (2024)
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