People can be wrong
But not the stone.
Listen to the stone
Attentively and carefully,
How the stone is describing
Like a travelling agent on
Colorful flowers,
Marble moving mountains,
Singing birds, waterfalls,
And about footpaths.
But what is there
In front of my eyes is
The life roaming here
And there like dazzling stars.
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