alone
can always be a prelude
to being
miserably
alone
be with people
soon you will forget
what misery is there
they have their miseries
which you will learn later
and then
you will start laughing
be the butterfly
fluttering
from one tree to
another
from one mountain
to another
trees of tragedies
mountains of miseries
among the thousand leaves
that fall
how can you notice
yours?
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