Light crosses the sense of blue rose
And by appearance of my eyes
Much apparitions of life go
And by memories of clean leaves
The wisdom of the greenness pale
Toward the lights of pure rainbows
I watch intelligence starts
Inmost word
Invites me to be silent,
so there's time of closing gates of sense…
And goin' on…
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