Your smile shines brighter,
Than the sun ray from the window,
It makes life larger,
And the heart shall follow.
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Hey skyscrapers, can you hear the unease on the street?
Rolling break-neckly on their rushing feet.
Hey skyscrapers, can you feel the vibe down there?
People dance both in misery and pleasure!
Wet days are endearing;
The weather snuggles close to one’s mood,
Then hog-ties the entire being,
And so paralyzes the day like a piece of damp wood.
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!
Sunday mornings are not as lazy as you thought it was;
The sun has run up the horizon faster than the rider,
As if it doesn’t want to be left behind the chase;
But who could beat the early risers?
The afternoon sunbeam is blinding,
Would you be able to see through?
The new month is coming,
Would you like to see it through?
Weekend walks in willingly,
Whooping with warmhearted works;
While we’ve been waiting without worrying,
Wisdom will water the words.
Aerial view gives a new perspective,
Of what is going on down there,
One can not see the whole picture,
Of the course and its alternative.
Ah, it’s raining again now…
And all I can see is watery windows,
With sprinkles that blur the sight,
And then delay the flight.
