Connect.Reading this for graduation.
of my forgotten past.
The stars in the deep well of our sky,
They equally say
the same as the pictures in my eyes.
And those pictures so vivid,
The images bloom in my pupils
Showing me the seed of my past.
The bud of my present.
And the blooming white rose of my future.
When that rose wilts
I will turn to ash,
but my spirit
Will dance in the flower fields
And sing with the joyful dove
My spirit will dive into deep unknown waters
And will also smile with children.
And finally, my spirit will return
to its home in the Earth
with my gray ash
and it will observe the night sky
Where the stars tell MY story of living...
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