Art of karma carves and sculptures
Michelangelo hands with veins of eternity
I am no victim
No swarthy verse of Verlaine
Do your paintings in vivid life
Today is your legacy
I have learned to be daily bread
Larks in the meadow of the wind
Your hair is soft and volatile
Karma touches the mortal rain
Change embellishes the granite hills
Balance between night and day
Oranges ripe in groves of choice
Blue horizon filled with gentle sun
I reap a benevolent joy
What time is it?
Time to give my best
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