When light enters the mouth
It exaggerates the feelings
As monuments erase the mountains.
One pout of the water is a single drop,
Fixing our stare, fading into dry pods,
Fitting our conspicuous friends who relive.
When light entices the friendship of late,
We fix our nailed eyes on tight joys,
Feeling the wonder of our daily lives.
Light is the cause of his illness,
As if we aroused the emotions of a monster
Who relives and demonstrates the devilry.
I have light of the mountain shining mightily,
It questions the rocks of the watery-edge,
The river has elongated justifiably, into strips.
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