Life Poetry
Off the beaten path,
In dense silence,
Behind the desert forest,
On a high hill,
A golden sparrow,
Spreading its wings,
Thinking in silence,
Tomorrow I will fly,
I will cross this forest.
There is water which is far away,
Soft is a pond,
Drinking a little water,
Will turn to the west,
Then I will not come back,
But the mountain will be here,
All my fellow companions,
Leaves and squirrels,
This sweet smell of clay,
Will leave memories behind,
After a long distance,
I sat on the mound,
How many flowers have come,
Finally, from the soil of memories,
How long will the heart beat,
The day will come when,
You will go to the mountain,
off the beaten path,
In dense silence.
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