Through left, through right
A Flowered Desert
Everyone desires happiness. It is in the pinnacle of thoughts of every person. People strive for insane hours so they can acquire what they assume will bring joy to their souls. Always award respect to the wants of others and harmony will prevail in the neighborhood.
All roads aren’t leading to Statehouse
All forks aren’t landing on caviar
All hands aren’t resting on car wheels
Yet everyone is happy in this neighborhood
A reason exists beyond human understanding
Why one likes this and does not hate the other
Futile are the attempts to change the musings of a soul
For they end with emptiness
Some like the smell of ground after rains
Some like dates along the riverbanks
Some like rides to the mountains
Some like the taste of tapioca
Some like the smell of fuel
Some like dates in five starred resorts
Some like rides to game parks
Some like the taste of pizza
You like swimming in the county pool, I the river
You like living in the mansion, I in the hut
You like living in the urbanized estates, I in the woods
You like random messages of sweetness, I like presences
This one returns a wink to the one that owns a car
That one returns to the one who rides a horse
This one repays affection with diamonds
That one repays affection with feather, ink and paper
As the day wraps up its belongings,
Each soul is with optimal gladness
Because left or right, a thread passes through a needle
And you sew the cloth.
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