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We are all Huntsman
The wife, the kids, the husband
The woods. Our home. x
- Angel

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Beneath the dark waves

The mysterious creature lives

Deep down the abyss.

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Change is like a river:

Nothing the same

Even for an instant

Wind blows softly and gently

Through the mountains like the river flows

As trees sway

Grasses moves as smooth as water

Voices rise

From the foothills

Fish swim away

Bird has flown away

A worm digs silently

Change is like a river:

We can divert ourselves

While some get attached

We are cut in between by many lanes

But can’t change the course of the flow

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Keep facing the sunshine

It’s fine to be in the shadow

But keep our chin-up

You’ll always see the light

Your time will come

And you will shine

Sunflower

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-riki
Vibrant Shaping Strike

Feel of bursting firm colours

Strong message portrayed

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Dark nights

On quiet

White lights

Ice…

Coming from the storm

Right in front of the door

Those nights are quite nice

Everything is right

The white light

In the dark night

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Idyllic Lagoon

During a peaceful evening

Along with some tunes

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By Nastya

Blooming...

Bright like sunshine

Growing wise and peaceful

A sunflower is a sign of…

Coming home.

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Life is as frail as a youthful plum.

Once he has bloomed, his purpose is fulfilled.

Although in wintertime, he looks so glum,

He has aged yet remains strong-willed.

Responsible for life, the plum tree’s flower,

During his fleeting life, what he creates.

His descendants are his real power.

We’ll remember them and not his defeats.

Joy and pain, whether sweet and sour,

He passes the time from morning to night.

With pleasure spends each minute and hour,

His life is full of peace and delight.

Listen to the song of life and hum.

Why don’t we love as a powerful old plum?

"Old Plum" by Kano Sansetsu (Japanese, 1590–1651)

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Shout out loud for equality

As children of 🤬 Mother Nature

Making a circle;

Echoing the voice we sing to the world

SUH Seok (1989) Dancing People [Painting]
http://www.hyundaihwarang.com/?c=exhibition&s=1&mode=past&gbn=slider&ix=96

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Change is like a river:

Nothing the same

Even for an instant

Wind blows softly and gently

Through the mountains like the river flows

As trees sway

Grasses moves as smooth as water

Voices rise

From the foothills

Fish swim away

Bird has flown away

A worm digs silently

Change is like a river:

We can divert ourselves

While some get attached

We are cut in between by many lanes

But can’t change the course of the flow