January 31

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I climbed a ridge to meditate myself

Mind have you been troubled so far?

Over this high place lies the garden of serinity

Here I am going to open my blinded eyes

Far from  city, above from troubles and worry

Here I ponder where stares are many

My feet walks to seek the path,

Up into there, down into here..

Where will I stop?

I walk forth, and I have found the way

The long thought closed path has rediscovered again

The way too deep, so old, all around are green

The way is silent, and the old memorials seems to play

How could I contemplate, who could know its past

Ah, into that cave, below this bridge were life and death

Once soldiers kept behind stone walls it was

Under the trees, stony walls there I sit

Reading engraved names on tree there were

Green leaves,cold wind, and blue sky..

Quiet as grave, this haven's a escape to noise

Two lovers came and asks me help

I say no trouble, just go ahead

Why am I alone, they wonder

I looked the birds in the skies

They happily fly alone

*retreat

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