All the people I see
struggle over everything
one day they suddenly die
and all they get is some ground
four-feet wide
eight-feet long
if you can stop your struggling
I will carve your name in stone...
I love the golden autumn twilight over the revived meadows. A second spring, but serene, melancholic and profound.
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My mind is like the autumn moon
clear and bright in a pool of jade
nothing can compare
what more I can say...