Sunday, 24 November 2013

I bid farewell to my weakness

The unbearable sunset,
I had a bundle of nerves,
The expectation of sunrise,
I had a bed of roses.

On the spur of moment,
It separated my crossing finger,
The only hand
Couldn't make light work.

Storming and lightning increase the risk,
I tasted the lemon and medicine.
Rain makes a plant grows,
I deserved the boredom.
Windy day is always friendly,
My troubles and temper had blown away.
Plants carry out photosynthesis by the sunlight,
I was doomed to wave my hands.

What have I been up to?
The benevolence is unlocked!

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