Whispers of Ming-Ming

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Some people flee their obstacles
In the hospitality of some other people
It is fair, it is right, it is good

Like the three oddest words:
“I’m sorry, I forgive you, thank you, I love you”
They leave behind some of their everything

In the little moments with others
It is fair, it is wholesome, it is the last
Of the first steps towards self-knowing:

I’m sorry, I forgive you, thank you, I love you
At the end, when I pronounce the word nothing
Others will be learning to love, like I was once

Some people will find themselves
In the hospitality of some other people
I do not know, if it is easy this way

Or simply the only natural way, they whisper:
I’m sorry, I forgive you, thank you, I love you
That’s what you said, in flawless Mandarin.

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