There was love in his heart everywhere
From inside and out like a butterfly
His distances were there to all of here
From the deep underneath and open sky
Feelings to carry the influence of flowers
Running through the battered seaweed in their prime
Morning of feelings and after night hours
All of the corrosive standings of time
Pure of true gifts and reputation whole
The brimming with joys in offering suns
Greenery fields of the earth in growing role
As every moment in summer now runs
Abyss of silences to give treasures
All is now joy of coloring pleasures
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