All that one longs for is to live in a living body,
Sensitive to the pleasure of being alive,
To feel the seasons,
The flowers blooming in spring,
The summer sun that ignites the pores,
The freezing wind of winter,
The autumn leaves falling by the sidewalk.
It is so humane to be present within the different contexts, both kind and disastrous.
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Taste Of Anger
PoetryI choose anger instead of sorrow I prefer madness over sadness I never want to be a victim. cover © : SIILDA
