Lo, it is yours -
The music with measurement box,
The poetry with words set up.
It is night, all bright,
Credible and borrible.
The life with all stillness,
The purity with all darkness.
It is all yours, gleam all.
All yours- the time, the stream,
The hummingbird and the words.
All yours- That are inside
And also, that are outside.
All beauty architecture,
Silence atmosphere,
See and hear.
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