The poet is about to begin this journey before the first sight of dawn.
The wind blows across his right shoulders. The moon is still apparent at the other side of the sky.
Whether it is night or day, the poet does not want to be trapped in between.
The poet is carefree.
The poet's heart is free of control. The poet decides his(her) destination.
The feelings of chaos, self-esteem, good, and bad all do not matter.
As long as there is compassion, the poet is not afraid of strangeness.
No matter how high the sky, the poet's happiness will surpass it.
To the poet, Happiness is the most important.
No matter how strong the wind is, it will not blow away the poet's compassion.
Every village or town the poet passes by, the poet will greet cold and warm people alike.
No matter how tough or frustrating life is, the poet will live strong and persevere.
The poet admits and understands to develop compassion for everyone takes time.
Tears and laughter are just part of the process.
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