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Triviality
I sit in the shadow, being invisible
Looking at the clouds overhead
They float slowly as piles of snow
Or the jade carved white tides
The sun might forget its duty time
And tedious being with streetlights
The moon seems surprised by sight
And keeping endlessly sighs
What reluctance does afresh day start
With those entities that are still alive ?
Making life such spontaneous routines
Caring nothing if blissful or sad
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Xuefeng Pan
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