Dwell

Too much wasted time.

Too many junks I have put in my head.

I attempt to wake up but the head keeps going numb.

I attempt to exert but I’m afraid of getting another scar in my heart.

Thereupon, my heart stays calm to happiness and sadness.

This long peace gets easily swayed by the radiant winds.

This long waiting is for searching the blooming rose in the desert.

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