In the morning, the heavens opened and it began to rain. Bella grabbed her umbrella to get to school, as she walked out of the hostel the first
Returning to the nest is not possible
And going forward is a great difficulty
It has led me among the sharps of the forest.
The affairs of this world are like chameleon
Faeces into which I have steppedWhen I clean it cannot go.
I am on the world extreme corner,
I am not sitting in the row with the eminent
But those who are lucky sadly
Sit in the middle and forget the less
I am on the world's extreme corner
I can only go beyond and forget.
I have been somewhere my friends
If I turn here, the rain beats me
If I turn there the sun burns me
The firewood of this world
Is for only those who can take heart
That is why not all can gather it but the patient.
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