Life Is Correct
Today the wind blows,
Causing the trees to sway,
And their intoxication possessed my vision.
Tomorrow the wind will blow,
Causing the trees to sway,
Their absorption is now spoiled to the eye,
But they will continue to sway,
For my attention is expendable.
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