The fragile words float astray.
Men’s weak hearts and so are they,
To dwindle like the grass in a storm.
The worlds they know or are yet to be known?
The brittle acts float astray.
Men’s weak hands and so are they,
A lance that cannot be held up high
A fallen man bears a fallen sigh!
The pathetic lives float astray.
Men’s weak hopes and so are they,
Why shall only a few be brave?
When all are set to taste the grave.
Spirits dancing
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Teardrops of joy falling from the sky,
tingling of bells on the pond,
mist rising from the pond’s depth,
spirits dancing with abandon, freedom,
harm...
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