I write continuously,
With words and sounds-
Pure and clean, my
Thoughts are mixed with
So many things, though.
Sometimes I am cool and calm,
Sometimes I am warm and hot,
Sometimes I do change my
Tune with birds, with snakes,
And I write with the help of
Flowers and airs, here and there.
I am unaffected and immutable
With space and time and
Actions and circumstances.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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