it is blank, i do not see anything
but here is everything
spread before me, all, all of it,
tiny little things, with all the colors
in broad daylight,
i simply have not chosen any word yet for it
i am confused, there is so much
abundance, profuse,
opulent
light and dancing leaves
wind, and breeze and colored clothes
hanging there
boats with their rainbow sails,
i am speechless
there is so much and i have no word for all
these beauty,
perhaps, there is no fair word to describe
what beauty is, or
what could i be to them.
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