I was blank on the apple bough of adolescence,
epitome of youth...

In where would skies rive?
I am ardent to behold...

2010 Chile's mining accident
It is a transcending triumph...

The reason we keep on going
is that we are not going anywhere...

It is not Christmas eve no more
I wish it was Christmas always...

It was a song that reminded me
that I was equal to a stem of chrysanthemum...

Running into it,
as running away from it...

On these streets,
no event...

Last petal on a rose,
last rose on the season's bough...

Soak your eyes in clarity
by looking into the clear pond...

Even though blindfolded to that
it is only ourselves...

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