I know I fall a place, endless panorama,

Sweet crush on my mind decide.

I know a place far apart,

Yet a world saw never before.


Seems that I write, I believe,

My words can reach people.

Can make them see through dark,

The fires growing up from spark.


I forgot I do, the world mere up clouds,

White cushions of deadly sun burning about.

At glare seems the bad times coming,

Morning in groups birds humming.


They chirp as I sing with music,

All gurus lend voices to the truth.

Peep through this transparent world,

Leaves mind answered.


I lift the quit along my side,

Those dates leave me stunned.

Puts mark, I know I can,

But write for the world unbelievable.

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