The Golden Chain
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Strolling in the garden
I saw the grass green
Soothing my soul
As I feel the softness cool.
Retrospecting my life
As I acquire insight prime
Unclear concepts shook dust
Until light shone to wipe the mist.
Life is never fruitless
Tale of every circumstance press
The wisdom I always need
To fathom my valley indeed.
The golden chain of sagacity
Is right within memory
If you pay attention
Life has every option.
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