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Mind Runs Through

Season is seen too short to expire merciless war.


Life is seen too short to complete any splendid work.


Passing through very many difficulty is too many to count for anything in human society.


Everything is seen too contradictory to catch that essence so easily.


None the less, probably human thing could never stop its walking to some blighted future.



Any relevance or any reciprocity is too twisted to manage totally and comprehend so rationally.


Running through every complexed subject only laughs my perplexed appearance.


Only the days in which any hard issue is never solved in empty running could sustain.


Nevertheless, we simultaneously could stop at one point we have to clear.


Mind must remains to get any curious thing to grip, but that whole procedure is too complicated to learn so completely so easily.


Life faces storm and many unidentified flood of any nature and artificial effort.



Only time is running so bluntly in any unsolved field.

None the less, nobody could stop any moving and thinking.



What could ease all those so hard and acutely convertible any curving difficulty?

 

Great job, great legacy and great masterpieces are surely look at our all doings.


But intrinsicly any done thing is merely independent.


Any walking is spontaneously made and stops.

But only mind is attached to each thing, and that matter must never end.


Seasons, lives all are never fixed at one condition.

Just we feel some wind nature at each occasion.


Only to all never solved so easily, we'd show any updated greeting for resuming each subject.



Only live ones get through with any difficulty.


However, we all are never welcoming the moment to show farewell to anything.



Mind only can run through, as long as we personally live in this world.





Nov. 24th.   2022