Great Trample

[white camellia]

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[Lautschrift]

already the beginning of ones life seems clouded and conditioned trampled
it would be great to see how the poem continues

i find this rather intriguing

[white camellia]

It could be coninued, as life continues, but it stopped here. :p
No matter you are loved or not, giving birth to a child is a torture, and before that, you are trampled, even the pleasure rides over you, but men ride over that pleasure which is unfair.
Upon those days in Eden, Adam and Eve never knew the kissing skill, and only at that time, there "all was peace, and innocence, and bliss"...

[Lautschrift]

by no means of the worst , there will be fundamental merit to all of pains

[white camellia]

Pains make us grow, for some, and they can 'wade grief'. Everytime I suffer, I learn.