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Green

Day 311 in 2017

There’s always a fruit hidden somewhere behind the leaves;

Don’t look for dead leaves,

For you’ll get nothing more than ashes;

Hunt for the hidden treasures!

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Day 305 in 2017

The afternoon sunbeam is blinding,

Would you be able to see through?

The new month is coming,

Would you like to see it through?

(Delayed) Day 293 in 2017

To commune is wise,

As one can never live alone,

Though one is standing alone,

One needs to take and give the vibe.

(Delayed) Day 290 in 2017

Serene and shady,

That’s all we need to start another week,

Knowing we’re going to be handy,

Facing the mountains of the darling work.

Day 231 in 2017

A sacred union made in the sky,

Blissfully shines down the living,

Captured by the pure light,

Streaming down in chanting.

Day 229 in 2017

When the sky lulls me with its stories,

I lay down under the shades,

Among the convocation of willowing trees,

Let me greet the nap before it fades.

Day 221 in 2017

One would never thought that,

Something unexpectedly breathtaking,

Could come out of the shambles pot,

Confusing, yet mind blowing.

Day 215 in 2017

The glorious living painting speaks of itself.

Ravishing.

Alive.

Shady.

Serene.

It tones down the sun,

Who bombards the innocent morning,

With its intense light.

Welcome back, daylight!

Day 211 in 2017

The little tropical Eden,

Colorfully hydrates the hub,

Propels the wind of hope,

Enchants the magic to awaken.

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