My struggle is as inconspicuous as the blooming of a flower;
I don’t mind vast blackness which tries in vain
to distract me from my path,
while quietly pursuing the initiatives of the heart.
The winner (The fearless Soul)
My struggle is as inconspicuous as the blooming of a flower;
I don’t mind vast blackness which tries in vain
to distract me from my path,
while quietly pursuing the initiatives of the heart.
The winner (The fearless Soul)
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