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The taste of moments
If the moon away fears to burning sun,
We have to in Pitch-Black Silence night.
If raindrops fear to jump into the earth,
Deathful drought enchanted us crazy.
If sunflowers fear facing to sun,
Who will call them sunflowers?
Without facing fear
how to know the taste of moments?
Fear is the invention of the mind.
Are you kneeling for it?
Damn, run away from fear.
It'll run away too.
Get it.
© Sobashi.M.P.Hirushani
We have to in Pitch-Black Silence night.
If raindrops fear to jump into the earth,
Deathful drought enchanted us crazy.
If sunflowers fear facing to sun,
Who will call them sunflowers?
Without facing fear
how to know the taste of moments?
Fear is the invention of the mind.
Are you kneeling for it?
Damn, run away from fear.
It'll run away too.
Get it.
© Sobashi.M.P.Hirushani
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