I don't know
How much you see
When you look
And how far do you see?
When you look;
When you look at everything
Especially around you
You begin to wonder
At the world
But, it would have been
Better for you,
Not to look at the world,
Look at the word.
Cause of it's creative ability
Let it begin to shape,
Put into form,
What you see around you.
The world around you
may collaspe,
And become extint
But the word remains.
No jot falls to the ground
Without fullfilment
You yourself; you are
A fullfillment of
The word.
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