How nice it is to stroll,
with a bundle of nostalgic thoughts,
through the seclusion, through the imagination,
What do I know? everywhere.
How nice it is to look at the trees,
with a mind full of enlightenment,
from the bank of the river
where we sit on the rock
How nice it is to look at the sky
as the night falls,
and eye birds flying back
to the destination.
How nice it is to walk
through the corridors of life
with a string of hope in the hand
and a colorful kite in the sky.
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