Seated was I in the loud silence,
with solitude my friend,
who led me into a vision,
a thought about tomorrow.
I have spent years to plant,
with beads of sweat, I till,
under the burning coal of the sun.
I have spent years casting a net,
with gondola as shelter
and in the middle of the deepest oceans,
I roll faster and faster and faster,
for a fish that seems not coming.
I have spent years laying the clay,
and with hope I smile,
maybe someday it be as tall as a house.
I have spent years to think,
drenched in my vision,
if hard work will really make.
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