Time passes
And tells us nothing.
We grow old.
Let us know how,
With a certain mischief,
To feel ourselves go...
Let us pick flowers.
Let us lightly
Wet our hands
In the calm rivers,
So as to learn
Some of their calmness.
There are in our life
No sorrows or joys.
So let us learn,
Wisely unworried,
Not how to live life
But to let it go by...
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