I’ll smile

by Rinchen

The wind blows

The sun sets on Maryul’s mountains

Words flow by like a song,

A song so familiar, yet something is new..

Can the same song sound different with a oh-so-happy tune?

Sometimes I think…

And remain thinking and thinking and thinking,

But the tune has changed I think..

Aren’t we all lost souls floating on atoms unknown

Sometimes crying

Sometimes smiling

Sometimes smiling at the sky

Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes ..

The rest should remain a mystery right?

So that’s life: transient, sorrowful and beautiful..

But from this fleeting story I will remember the sun sets

And the words that flowed like music,

Am I just floating with my thoughts?

Even so, how does it even matter..

I’ll smile, I will,

why..

should remain a mystery

Raw Whispers Magazine, edition 3.

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