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One Lily in Mountain Slope

If we are asked what our own best meeting was, anybody would reply something we privately met in the past, when we privately were disappointed to
somewhat we were facing.


Thus, just one meeting to a brightened colored lily blossom at a slope with low colorless dull weeds around it after so long wondering alone in mountain with tough road, if it was the first meeting after passing through tough wondering route, you’d never forget it until you die.


When a man addressing with his research for presentation a few days after, he was lost in no-exit of his brain circuit, he arbitrarily had an idea to go out and make himself contacted with windy air, that time he watched the vague moonlight, accidentally and so out of blue, he got an idea, then he rushed to his room again, and he wrote something never taking moment to forget it as soon as he backed his home.


That experience pulled him to another orbit, and he found the policy from these days, if that story was present really, anybody in the world must be silently, and hope, wish to new age’s morning for everyone calmly waiting in each room, doing something.


Coz, no cloudily blackened night dawning must exist.


If you are either in so depressive distress caused from your outside sinister noise, you might be closing your eyes and sitting in your room or lying on the bed, remember what really happened you ordinarily can be remembering in your past, coz your past is either my past and any other’s it too.


Keep your rare encounter you’ve had in dull shadowed midnight skies in your mind it would be unforgettable either to future yourself, probably, it is what you ought to need once in your life and you know it surely for sometime welcoming newly dawning morning either to you.


Your treasure in your past meeting must work so effectively to your new morning, coz your morning is either my morning or all the other’s it.
(Aug. 24, 25th. 2019)