He reclines on the cool of the day,
Head erect, glares on bamboo leaves.
What she said didn't matter now,
Carried by the streams.
So he mused on sunrise,
The paths for tomorrow.
So he mused on sunrise, The paths for tomorrow. well conclusion well writ
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Love this one, very soothing. Life begins anew everyday. I invite you to read my poems: Burden Bearer, Valley of despair, An Angel Just for Me Be Thankful