I went out the cozy door,
A juniper I saw, in a blurry view.
My senses see the inner fire,
Attacking through the inner peace;
Blissful peace…
As I gaze upon the river’s flow,
I keep talking on my own,
It shuts me up as I go.
I walk towards the fog,
Walking… Seeking…
I saw a lovely shadow,
Standing in the morrow
My aching heart whispers:
“Go towards nature,
And you will see fortune:
Her charming face.”
What a disgrace.
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