Suzon Albert

My eyes are simple
It only sees the beauty
The curves of Mountains
The splashes of the breeze
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As the moon ready to pass the baton
And sun is ready to rise again
The birds clear feathers
The bees ready with buzzers
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melts within body
a silence after thunder
the wounds on my soul
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Sky clear, leaves dancing
No dews on tin roof either
The weather is thether
Feathers are clear to fly
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Life
A mirage
Is worth living.
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