Whenever the waves compose
a melody to the lyric from the wind
And the birds and the bees
dance to the tune,
When the grass and the boughs
laden with blossom
sway in ecstasy—
Then a desire arouses within me
to give this life
a once-over once more.
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Dear Poeter, If life is
Dear Poeter, If life is pleasures, it is a collection of experiences. Each of the experiences that come into life without standing like rivers in the course of time carves the mind like a sculptor. When the mind explores the meanings in the songwriting music of the wind, even the frustrated life sometimes tingles sweetly. All The Best My Dear Friend; Write More Congratulations
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