The same life
Is here with me,
I know from the beginning.
And with it, I glance at you,
The truth of time.
The rarest of the rare moment,
All arrived at the spot
To open new vista of
Reflections and grass light
Just for a play.
It all scattered,
Untouched unheard
And also unimaginable
Parable by parable, though.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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