Sun-rays warm the senses
and naughty mind
began playing
the daily acrobatics
to please itself.
The great feats work
like marijuana to lead
a blank fold.
Noisy mind toss the
age-old truthfulness
without cracking it.
Moving gently your hand
all over the existence
to feel any bump
of thetruth.
No matter!
just keep doing that!
The unending chase of days
splash suspense over
the truthfulness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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