An Ode To Xiao Ling's Question
An ode to Xiao Lings question .
The day begins in mystery.
It is the moments we live.
From the heart, need to give.
At days end, becomes history.
At sun rise, it begins again.
For so many, life is routine.
A never ending chorus, unseen.
At sun set, life’s only refrain.
B. J. “A ” 2
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