Face now,
Face then,
Shines,
Not like,
Precious stone,
But like
The moon
And the sun
In the east.
Measure not
The cold
Or the heat,
And all are here
For formality.
Thing is
Each one is a kite
Flies in open sky,
No one knows
No one sees
In skin-eyes.
Let all remain silent
And observe nature,
Let all stay cool
And swim in ice water.
All is everything
In the eyes of vultures.
Brothers, come on
And handover the estate
Before proceeding
Anywhere for anything.
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