A cool wind blows

​I heard that everyone
​goes on this road.
​It’s miserable to imagine that.
No flowers and no
fruit to produce.
I think I will choose
a different road.
One with a raging fire
and the magpies flying high.
I will wonder what to do
with the rest of my life.


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