Written by @linzo
In the caress of a gentle wind
A hot summer stands to please
Relieved of complaints of those
Who seek its heat without accompanying intensity
As if a ferry avoids choppy waters across the sea
Or life can fully be lived from a passive glare
Our pursuit for pleasure leads to madness
Whipped up by expectations and attachments
What is a summer rose without the deep slumber of winter?
What is its beauty without an observer to penetrate it?
Moment to moment a rose lives and dies
Why do we think we’re the exception to the rule?
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