Happy Qixi festival to all
may god always bless you 😊💕💕

Clouds

float like works of art,
stars shoot with grief at heart.
Across the Milky Way the Cowherd meets the maid.
When Autumn's Golden Wind embraces Dew of Jade.
all the love scenes on earth, however many, fade.
Their tender love flows like a stream;
Their happy date seems but a dream.
How can they bear a separate homeward way?
if love between both sides can last forever for aye?
why need they together night and day?