- August 9, 2004
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The nature has nothing to do with love;
Everything is just an abstraction.
The wise men don't talk about love either;
They see everyone as equals, detachedly.
Sometimes I think of the bellows--
when it holds still it is full of air,
the more it moves the more it exhausts itself,
To keep my life smooth, long and full,
I shall talk less, and be still.
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