Art of Living
Cold as a seashore
In the deep winter season;
It poured soft rain this spring,
Flowed from the trees, all of them are mine.
Swiftly falling to the ground
He flew, no matter what,
And drop by drop he fell
What a mood he set for everyone!
And at least for me, smiling
Walked on the road all peppy
Playing with some mongrel
It was like all other people.
There is no place for feeling in my heart
Like this spring
Weather, but only fun.
Not everyone is subject to art.
One that would be
Thy whole soul is pure, that
Do not be at the mercy of the weather,
And feelings do not change, like suits.
2019-09-25 17:16:15
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