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Searching for the meaning of life
A little bird, alone and so quiet
Two little claws trot on the cemented ground
Don't miss that gait and that little frown
ordinariness of life peeps through a flower
as it blooms uncelebrated, no love to shower
Through the hollowness of dusty old leaves
shines the crimson smile
Where is the pain? what are the peeves?
We are glad, as we are alive
The ordinariness of life is strewn all around, and it's beautiful.
RESTLESS
