No body is there to say
The starting point of life.
Hay, listen the word
The air whistle.
Wait for a minute
The rose is being ready
To tell tale.
I am in my tact
I am in my syntax
I am the synthesis
I am my own vertex
No body is there
Except myself.
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A great poem, like it, a great write that makes you think, a great job.