How many calendars?
How many days?
How many hours?
And which is
The true one,
I wonder.
True to you,
False to me.
But truth is one,
And false-many.
Listen,
The air is there,
Telling something,
Life,
Here it is
The same
For you
For me
And for all.
Sun rising,
Sun setting.
And earth is
Revolving,
Revolving, revolving.
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