abdul
you flatter me
saying i can be a good
thing
to be copied by you
sometimes i like to believe
this matter
and so i go back to the mirror
and look at my own eyes
wanting to find what is
is there to see and what is it
that perhaps i have not seen
and yet seen by you
a few minutes i laugh
i have memorized this face like
the poem of a child
know what i mean,
living life, taking it for granted
not expecting to find anything
in the garden
this morning i take my walk
i think no thoughts
i feel the wind and see the leaves
falling
and i think, hope you do not
oppose my humble conclusion,
i think i have
found God.
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