Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Warm Breeze

While the cobwebs gather in my mind,
A brisk ray of sunlight flows through,
Rustling away a beehive of thought.
My body is hungry for the warmth of the spring sun.

Bitter cold gets melted away,
Rest brushes away from my eyes, I feel warmth again.
Everything blooms, proof that birth is beauty.
Everything flourishes and feels fresh while
Zen embodies the last of a dying winter, in the
End, everything lives while everything dies.

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