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Everything to some

It did for me

A master craftsman,
Well bred and fed,
Counting his days,
Days spent, over Days left.

Days, spent searching a craft.
Days, spent learning the craft.
Days, spent working the craft.
Days, spent perfecting the craft.

A master craftsman,
Well bred and fed,
Counting his days,
Days spent, over days left.

Days, left to live.
Days, left for love.

Days, he spent, drifiting from life.
Days, he has left, too little to go back.
Days, he spent, he wishes, he had more.
Days, he has left, only them,
and nothing more !!!

To some I look simple
To some I look lovely
To some I look nimble
To some I look ugly
But to all they don't know
To all they can't see
To all they will never know the depth of me

Scholars Have Been Busy
To Know What Is Religion?
Each one of them Differs
Could Not Give A Definition.

For Simple-Hearted People
Religion Is To Respect Mankind,
If One Cannot Do Good To Anyone
Then Not To Be At Least Unkind.

Spring came and went by,
Some flowers remained,
Some wilted down.
I know there's no place for death in a garden,
But how do you uproot the ones which were once the jewels of your crown?