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Drinking Song

"Drinking" is already a symbol of love

By Goldman ShyannPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read
Drinking Song
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The soil drinks in the dew of heaven.

The trees drink sorely of the moist earth.

The ocean drinks sorely of the wine of the streams

And then it is transferred to the sun.

The sun itself is not stingy.

Let the moon drink the sunshine to its heart's content.

Nature is greedy, and so am I.

Why do you throw away the cup from my lips?

Drink from my cup, beloved! Live my life.

Young by my youth! One heart, one heart.

Wear a crown of flowers together, and share a piece of love.

Be mad with me, be wise with me.

surreal poetry

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Goldman Shyann

I can't stand the thought of my life fading so quickly when I'm not alive

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    Written by Goldman Shyann