Archers and knights with spears and shields
fighting in the battle field,
wondering in the crowded city, among us,
like folded angels, unaware through space and places.
Where bounds infinite, cease
and green flames arise, like strangely faces
glooming at the memories of voiceless dream's
speaking depth, behind your reach.
And so you wonder,
Like shells and sand, floating away,
by foaming waves retreating,
on magnolia seas & lotus reefs
Silent like gold, blind like a flame that burns
running free at the wide fields,
run and run, through moons and suns
countless, full of chances.
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