we keep on going places
now
the places take us
into forgetting
what calamities of the minds we have had
what lapses
of the common experience
the black and white color of life
assumes the
rosy cheeks of delights
the daffodils on the mountainside
the cottons in those clouds
the vastness of the plains that we pass by
the ranges of mountains that
amaze us
we are conquering the limits of our
daily wishes
we are trying to reread the signs
and find
new dreams
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