Kawa Karpo

Near me
Flowers are blossoming
Day by day
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I can wonder around the eternal world
Despite my brother sun's gown had lost
My silver eyes were opening to gate of wind
My golden hands were burning into a storm
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Father, you are so fool
That I can’t see the horizon of
Your last step that I wanna hear
I am a poor child in your last dream
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Dear Buddha, let my laugh be laugh
Let my cry be cry
I can only save my outer body
In the murky place that I doomed
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The wind is blowing from spring’s nest
Beneath the spring’s nest who saw true love
Of many petals fall on the world’s wall
Our night filled with night itself and pride
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I see a dead man
Under a flat sorrow of shell
Sometimes it replaced sunny days
I attempt to raid on coming danger
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In the autumn night
The stars are face to face
The pale grass are against to against
But prince’s flowers are not dying
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My body is made by iron
The iron has its own characters
sky is like a marble umbrella
Under that umbrella
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Hold this flower
No pain in deep of it
During spring
I come back with wind
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The shadow seem to grow in master’s every step
I stumbled through the darkness, surrounded by swastika
What keeps me thinking day by day
All the my unique is changing in the end of this season
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When they see my sore arm
When they see my almond eyes
Winter’s birds undid my sigh way
Song that dies in dusky night
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My eyes are like those birds
Those birds that fly to its nest
Same as my eyes are partitions
Partitions of dust and wind
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You are as simple as snow
When stream drink your blood
Above sky was wide opened to you
But you do not know the fact
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Above me, I can see the sky, where all my birds have silver wings, golden wings, silver wings are gift of sky, golden wings are gift of land.

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The river flowed down from my side
The river flowed down from my side as water drops of ancient
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When night had came, a sad lover’s face is image of her own, that she never known before, all pressure of writing is blowing by a
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When I have nothing say the wings
Of season will stop talking

March is coming, his ear is hidden
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Thoughts are, pouring into river waves
Around it, dead body of sea
Is crying as her birth day in deep rhythm
Of life journey
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It is first moment of
When snow is falling down on
The highest hill on hands of window
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Mother, I’ m mere a sound
Echoing in your heart for
This very moment
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