When rooster crow at forenoon
my eyes opened
I saw the sun glow with bright loving colors
and beheld a blue sky with a white cloud
moving slowly
I felt cold winds blowing from west and south directions
as I promenaded I heard a crowd
dancing and rejoicing for a child who had just been born
I rambled farther I heard another crowd crying and weeping of a child who has just died
then I asked myself what is our mission on
this earth
why we were born into this world
is it all about lives and dies or we are here in exploring of something
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 9:19 PM UTC
When rooster crow at forenoon
my eyes opened
I saw the sun glow with bright loving colors
and beheld a blue sky with a white cloud
moving slowly
I felt cold winds blowing from west and south directions
as I promenaded I heard a crowd
dancing and rejoicing for a child who had just been born
I rambled farther I heard another crowd crying and weeping of a child who has just died
then I asked myself what is our mission on
this earth
why we were born into this world
is it all about lives and dies or we are here in exploring of something
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