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Friday, October 28, 2016

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(A poem of natural wisdom)
 

Flowers blossoming, flowers withering, any marks?

Butterflies’ arriving, butterflies’ departing, any sights?

Love’s stay, love’s fade, any trace?

Strong fate, shallow fate, any differences?

 

By Shanlin-Tzu
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