만나죠?

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Pass on the plate of fortune cookies, the fate lies not in one’s hands. The spring does skips its turn when winter lasts longer than it should, and turning around doesn’t turn back the time, what’s past has past. No one is a philosopher when the heart needs to be dried of its tears flowing endlessly, the rational cannot tally with the emotional and sanity fails to act on its will.  Don’t pretend to know when knowing is too profound for the faint heart, the light’s too dim, teardrops to be ignored. Day after day, running after something that is never in sight will not reap its harvest, winter has come, the harvesting autumn long passed. Hear the words, if not the flying foliage, the colours long faded, the skies too high to reach for. Perhaps the legends and folklore have it, when the magpie is in sight, a meeting is inevitable. Then one magpie came and flew away, another followed suit, still, besides these magpies, no one was in sight…

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