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Day 304 in 2017

Waking up not liking yourself,

You climb up the rest of the day into a dark sky;

A labor in vain for a pitiful self,

Spending the day in silent cry.


Day 303 in 2017

Bit by bit,

The heart is full,

Like the moon above it,

Smiling shiny among the beloved stars.

Day 302 in 2017

Weekend walks in willingly,

Whooping with warmhearted works;

While we’ve been waiting without worrying,

Wisdom will water the words.

Day 301 in 2017

There’s nothing pleasant about tests;

One sweats, gets nervous – one is rarely confident;

There’s nothing easy about tests;

But it’s the only path to get through.

Day 300 in 2017

There are three hundred rounds of applause today,

Unheard and unseen – from the audience,

There are three hundred recitals along the way,

Of one’s unforgettable experience.

Celebrating the 300th post this year!

Day 299 in 2017

Life could be a contradiction;

The weak is avid,

The poor is opulent,

And the faint is pellucid.

All breathe under one tainted sky;

All wander down the defiled land.

Day 298 in 2017

Trust is not granted;

Trust is earned.

Work it; live it,

The passport for your continual journey.

Day 297 in 2017

The wall of wisdom always has the insight;

It may come in a resolved silence;

May it also in robust words at flight;

Either way, it always stands for its stance.

Day 296 in 2017

Little girl,

The sun shines for you today,

Be not hesitant to swirl,

And sing, and dance along the way.

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