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What sweet juice would fulfill my tongue
Yours
cherry blossom of rainy spring
No
the petals did not fall
they melted into and reinforced my root
Even the earthquake
would not have moved our system
Our eyes fly higher
as our spiritual cloud drifts freely
They lead our oasis growing wider
and further into the desert
unexpectedly
fighting with the ruthless and helpless desert
on its path
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