The Mindful Perceptron
Thursday 28 June 2012
COLD WIND SMOKE
Like smoke, like dust
Like dew drops and mist
I come; I go
Don’t last long, like the summer snow
Gone with the wind! As the cold wind blows
Nothing lasts! Nothing more!
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