Thursday, 29 March 2018

The cloud does not know greatly to be in







      

        

The world resembles the graveyard of a bouquets of flowers and piles of silks-rich multicolored decoration more

Bury a dream to derive a desire again

Escape, with white feather

Go Bai Yun more in linger

So yearning tile Er ascends a lake

Look forward to a haven of peace so

The soul always is roam is in universal

The pine says misty brume ridges and peaks

Time knock is worn years

Thought beat is worn heart

Draw near the line of loose knot cogongrass is so not simple

Cloud evaporate has deeper intention in glow colourful

That short brown wears the anchoret of the knot

It is certainly between the cliff outside the cloud

Gather is worn medicine of aid world good people

With end person the wish that conscience goes to finishing the person that amount to

I want to escape no longer

Be fear of gear saw and intense blaze no longer

Again long way also can lead to city and countryside

What also can have the dak of my stop on the way for a rest and berth is terminal

Even if the cold current that abrupt prevents not as good as

Push me to the brim that be overwhelmed with sorrow

I still believe

There can be a warm spring after frontal surface

Actually

We are in all the time the cloud is explicit horizon

Admire with its admire others to be inferior to begging all at oneself

Quiet sureness widens the orbit of life

The world resembles having dance carefreely more shed the cloud

Sway the hope takes away darkness

Search, with the bulrush of the thought

Drill between fervent the world

 

   On November 8, 2017 at listening to pluvial fast






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