In so many ways
I am expressing
My own thoughts
Before You, my dear.
And You are silent
As if my expression
Has no value or
I failed to impress You.
Still I am with You
And You are in me
Still the sun is rising,
The flower is blooming,
The wind is blowing,
And I am living, living.
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