Feeling sad is not a mere expression
It is a huge bundle of strong emotion
When not loosened would become stress,
This compressed stress could even press
Hard against one’s head, it has a simple simile
Like the grave black lead made of graphite
On a piece of soft paper of texture very lite.
To reduce the burden
Come out of your den,
And admire the nature
Forgetting all about future,
Enjoy the moment
Without any comment.
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