Pen, How wonderful your life is!
Sliding across the lined notebook's silky surface,
Without knowledge of what became to its line,
Where is knowledge?
Heresies vary widely,
However, relying on the hand's pressure,
Awaiting what fate has in store,
Whose fingers are beating utterly mute speech?
Not clearing the flower's dust,
Nonetheless, the weight on the shoulders.
Even if you could look around
You'll observe similar lifestyle in some people
What a life!
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