I dislike,
I dislike my own shadow.
I know in shadow
No bud blossom.
I know the sky
Has no shadow
And we are growing
To touch the sky.
But I dislike the sky,
As the sky has no earth.
Earth is there,
And I am standing on the earth.
Everything is there on this earth,
I have no power to describe by words.
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