What is hidden beneath your body?
Each discourse is for the foot
Modest pain is always understood
In the allegory of the leaves fall
Greeting goodbye each morning
Which converts dew drops
Be a stretch of ocean in your hand
It wouldn’t go away
And drowned in silence
Memories to the universe
Shrubs and grass is
To lie down in peace
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