I stood still,
And you
Go on wiping
For nothing.
I desist
From voices,
From desires,
For something.
Scratches are there
In the sky and
I fear and
I appear
On this soft
And hard soil.
With so many colors,
I stood firm
With the sun.
And I reciprocate
Love for
Liberation.
I wanted to say
All the truth,
But truth is
Relative and
Far from real
Objects.
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