Smoke

smoke-hand

 

Smoke which travels far far away

By passing through the obstacles marching forward

By letting go of the material things it weigh

It’s free to travel everywhere

Smoke which makes me jealous

Nothing can stop it not even wind

It travels along with it like a friend

Not resisting not judging

Be like smoke as nothing stays constant

pass through the obstacles marching forward

Everything changes in this never ending life

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