The birds sang choruses,
Like freestyles from the last octave of keyboard,
They announce new days
As I open my window to the baby sun
Life tells me,
I will shed tears,
For tears are twins of life,
Tears in the prelude,
Which are hemlock juice
For the impatient,
The second is an epilogue
An elixir of laughter
For those that have carried the cross of the prologue.
Do you bring your face towel?
For life is a remix of smiles and tears…
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Oops! This rain is going to fall angrily,
It is going to unbury the corpse of a lazy man,
The trees dance in expectancy,
The wind plays rhythm to their dances….