A cow browsing on a rice-stem pasture,
While the breeze murmurs from book sheets,
On your lap or on your feet,
Your heart does beat the music of wind.
While the breeze murmurs from book sheets,
On your lap or on your feet,
Your heart does beat the music of wind.
Silent reading is like tossing your mind,
Just as a kite is finding a real peace,
Through your reading that doesn't cease.
That's happiness gotten from writing.
Just as a kite is finding a real peace,
Through your reading that doesn't cease.
That's happiness gotten from writing.
© rbu_spp Dec 20, 2014 Puthpong Sao
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