No need to hurry;
No need to hustle;
The waves do carry
Our each sandcastle.
Life contains a measured beat;
We need to accept all;
Freedom has a deep seat,
As we're given the call.
All things seem pointless;
What is the truth then?
Of all things regardless,
We falsely become insane.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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