When rain touches my hair’s tendrils
It feels like bliss; it’s all about peace.
I say to all the world: ”Give five!”
It’s tendency to be alive.
To ascertain the truth of mine
I have to cross the finish line
And to step out; to fly up –
It’s tendency to not give up.
And when the Sadness comes to me
I ask her straight: “What do you mean”?
I travel then from “O” to “K”.
It’s tendency to be okay.
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With words: Tendril, to ascertain the truth, tendency;
Tendency To Be Okay
© Copyright: Сэн Су, 2015
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