Clear poems

Mustangs will return to the night

Humans will return to dust

The great waves of the sea will return to the leisure of the clouds

The towering old tree will return the shredding cry of the seeds in the beak

Love and hate will return to strangers

The lost will return to eternity

The abundance of spring will return to the winds of summer nights

The bright moon in late autumn will return to the silence of winter

Heaven and earth return the silent beauty to every year,

Every month, every day and every moment of it

Like a dream that the universe will return to the gods

The bitter wine that the turbid world has imposed on you

will come back eventually

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