Be like Trees
When love comes,
Let it.
When sorrow comes,
Let it.
Why do you close the blinds
Of your innocent windows ?
Sometimes its sunny
And sometimes the clouds
Are pouring their tears
From the sky.
Enjoy all the weathers.
Be like Trees.
A Creative Journal to Explore the Mysterious World that Dwells Within
When love comes,
Let it.
When sorrow comes,
Let it.
Why do you close the blinds
Of your innocent windows ?
Sometimes its sunny
And sometimes the clouds
Are pouring their tears
From the sky.
Enjoy all the weathers.
Be like Trees.
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