Ode To Lime
In deep mountains you are hit by chisel and hammer,
But you stay calm when you are put on fierce fire.
You have no fear of that you are burnt into powder
For you desire to leave the world with pure white color.
(Tran.)
Copyright © Charlie Way | Year Posted 2018
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