A narrow path in between woods
Stretch ahead in solitude
Its bends are not yet explored
Straight to view in expedition
Here this bough grabs draftiness
Beside sieve rays for warmth
Sprouts the grass with conceit
Here the stroll is not a misery
But it’s the warmth of nature!
Life is like these woods in turn
All the way loneliness fumigate
Love a sprout on that mortal path
Its shades are warmth and cool
That makes the journey memorable
All the time it’s a shield in life
That speaks always
Love is great, only love is great! ! ! ! !
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