The   final   chapter

A   large  amount of  busy  fingers  struggle  with
moonlight.sunshine.snowstorm. a  downpour of rain

Three  silverworms  are  crawling  around:

We  are  so  full.Could  you stop  copying?

One's  soul is looking for  another's  soul:

Could  we   find    each  other  out?

Blinking stars with  sigh in the  dark  sky 
As    making  little  noise:

They  will  forget the beginning .the  process.
and  the ending  very  soon.

Ripple  Chao 2013,3,22,pm:17:50