I know, here one finds
No reality other than
The truth.
...
Poor I am
With my poem.
Fruits I want
Not my own-
...
A man can say
What man is and
In which direction
He is moving.
...
Not old but new
Always everywhere
Everything day and
Nights.
...
To understand you
I am here,
But to understand you
Is very very difficult.
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No colour
I want to
Show you.
Black, of course
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