Have not written a single
word today, for you...
Franny, the old dog
perches herself to the tree...
By the river side
a gust of wind plays music...
Autumn is here, then the rain will fall soon,
then the butterfly will make a cocoon...
Night bird's song in ripples across the midnight...
Perfumed air of hyacinth amid the early rain...
Yesterday is now gone
Out of my mind...
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A beautiful sunset can't love, yet i love it. A crashing ocean can't hear, but i can hear it . A shooting star can't whish, but i can. |
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It once bothered me because I thought I was crazy but now that I know I am crazy it doesn't bother me any more. |
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“Faith is being sure , of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see†|