dirt gallops the smooth skin, the whole
feet tremble to resist, yet with no choice
everything is leave to what’s the purpose
of the ground
many time the condition tells and brings our
emotional discourse to where our energy
reside, a thing that all have to consider of
what joy life arise
perfect as it seems, rich as we go and
so persuading to see, knowingly all are
just a simple introduction of what is a
passing sense in our eye
dream of what is a dream, the cup lock of
what a traveler is, like sandal that once hold
and fit each memory of each foot, it lay
down as time comes to a resting ego of
time desire
suite of what is new and precious for nothing
exist than seeing things that past in the naked
eye …..
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