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great poem; great thought


Leave no doubt without his heart
Go deeper than footprints in the receding mud sands
There is no interest in mourning the winners and losers
I carry no burdens that I have brought with me
Even if it takes a long time, it depends on the referee’s whistles
It is worth tasting the salt of sweat, feeling the cooling mist after sunbathing,
jasmine scents.
Knowing the paradoxical joy of floating on the anchor of faith after being knocked over in astonishment.(se/nz)