let's take a moment to look around and pause the journey of this life,
but we'll never look at the records of our failures but things we have achieved instead.
don't hesitate to knock on my door,
you are welcome, until the stormy times come again no more.
and as we seek for spring, summer and autumn to collect every foliage that we asked for,
we put ourselves in a place where peaceful and quiet are ruling the kingdom as we count them like we never did before.
and for the stone in our hearts that been sitting there for a long time,
it will dry and will turn into dust and let the wind fly them to the forbidden desert that
far away from our seasons.
let our hearts grow and bloom even the sea of winter comes around.
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My Dream Wisteria: Prose and Poetry
Poetrywe learn and grow, we were born to die. so i'll take this moment to write, as the wisteria grow inside.
