“As soon as the master is untied, the bird soars.”
That is what a great teacher once said.
“In the sad heat of noon the pheasant chicks
Spread their new wings in the moon dust.”
Oh my darling, we have experienced this.
Does it matter whether we are sad or happy?
Our laughter goes back to the roots of trees
An old sadness returns in the sorrowing dust.
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