You, why do you suffer so?
Why do you weep so much?
Why do you worry thus?
Suffer as you must,
for the young shoots to break through
the fragrant earth
and shoot up straight.
Weep as you will,
for you cannot help weeping,
until the day that you behold the sun
beyond the raining season.
Worry as you must,
for until the darkness of midnight passes,
you cannot behold the solemn
breaking of the dawn.
Wow. I am simply blown away by the lovely poetry. Cool.
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