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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!


Day 310 in 2017

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?

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?

Day 302 in 2017

Weekend walks in willingly,

Whooping with warmhearted works;

While we’ve been waiting without worrying,

Wisdom will water the words.

(Delayed) Day 284 in 2017

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.

(Delayed) Day 282 in 2017

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.

(Delayed) Day 280 in 2017

O, glorious blue,

When the morning kisses the new day;

O, majestic view,

When the earth greets the sky;

Heaven declares its vow to embrace you,

And the Earth submits itself without asking why.

(Delayed) Day 272 in 2017

The wet window on Wednesday,

Wishes the woe in the weather,

Not to weaken the wanderer,

Nor wilt the well-wishers on the way.

(Delayed) Day 266 in 2017

Holiday among the waffles,

Will surely make one baffled,

But they will not disappoint,

Any one who missed one’s point.

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