The soul, the light dance of a poem
April peach blossoms
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The soul is poetic. Clean soul, clear and flying, dancing lightly, peaceful and beautiful.
The soul is poetic. Beautiful soul, like a fairy tale, like a childlike smile, beautiful and innocent.
The soul, if there is a scenery, should be quiet in the years, waiting for the flowers to bloom.
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Slowly, we learned to be quiet. Get along with the heart, be gentle with the years.
Slowly, we dance with the soul, dance out of the scenery, dance out of the colorful.
Slowly, I turned myself into a poem in the wind, sometimes affectionate, sometimes quiet.