Sunday, May 7, 2017


Calculus is just a storybook;
a sad source I never got the
meaning of. Don't judge me
by the cover, OK? I was here
before you were born. And after
the lights go out, I'll be here still.
There's a fen oasis I live in : nothing
you can see or learn about. If you
hear the rustle of the wind, that's
me. And I'll be here when 
the wind goes out.

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