Goodwill Of A Hill
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The sun and moon return,
Starry strings too return,
Returns every season,
I know not for what reason.
I wonder,
In what good will
A goodbye
Is given by the hills
To rivers
Steadily to sea that turn,
Not one ever
Known is to return.
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Musings |14.09.2019|
Topic: river, hill, sea, goodwill
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