I am moved because I know
it is white
Down from clouds to
flowers
On the way of whole tour,
Somebody shows me love for
beauty.
I never say to detract
you,
Even at the time when I am
crushed
And I am here to call all
beauty -
Grass, flowers, clouds are
neighbors.
I do still hold child’s
feeling,
With blooming of Kans flower,
At every step of growing concept
Under the sky it is
version of delight.
The cool breeze
accommodating clouds,
Softly blowing over
flowers
Bending upon touches of
love,
Not injecting a simple
hurt.
Still there are other
movers
Buses, trucks, rails are
current stimulus,
Pedestrians are threatened
To obey rule of scattered
law
That you start out on
modern wheels,
Otherwise end up with
catastrophe
Happening with every
walkers
Marginalized from rest of
world,
Yet mind is omnipotent for
more love,
It searches with bare feet
for eternity,
It avoids thunders and
patchy choice
Of sycophant motives, - long
silence.
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