juz thinking of poem after taking a nap.
The day was bright,
but my heart was dark,
I sweat from top,
and it flow to ground,
I see no shadow,
nor sense of flower,
And I a disaster,
or I think too much,
All I knew,
is be patient.
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The next day,
I saw a flower in the corner,
I dare no pick,
Am I a coward or dumb,
before the dawn of night,
I pick the most beautiful flower,
The next morning,
I was happy,
Because all the flowers been plucked,
and I had pick the best,
No regret I suffer,
No time I wait,
if I was late,
I might wet myself,
Because time was precious.
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