TODAY
Today, my morning is shining. my hours
walking. my work output of yesterday is buried. and it is reminding me something. something you don't know, something about today.
That I should go on rolling the sun to reach dusk. That my today should bear journals archived in souls of hard work. So I welcome my today in another style like a coming rain and blessing. on the Earth of mine; to live in with peace, love, respect and unity on ecology.
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