Proportion
Adjusting with one's discipline
The theory of thejob
Called as superiors guidance
Brain hasn't job and may sleep
Face to face all are listeners
Pickup the orders for beating
Like a robot life is a desert
I wish to hide my fault with a curtain
Then I close my eyes to rest
I breath you every time
And cherish each drop of your flavor
I am glad to find a person like you
Lovely silence is the most wonderful talk
With thedrop of water making a deep sea
The flow of wine filled with peace
Then may walk death's shadowed ways.
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