My truth

 

It’s true: the wonder

Can take place.

I see it looking at

One’s face;

I feel it spying for

One’s eyes,

Where speedy dream

Gets up and flies…

Like butterfly,

Like solemn bird,

Who washes herself

From people’s dirt;

Whose wings are just

As angel’s one  –

She’s keen to fly,

Desires to run…

Don’t wanna

An another wings;

Don’t care

What some other

Brings…

The stars, the moon,

The sun and air –

They all are beautiful

And fair…

The happiness inside,

God’s giving

Refreshes mind,

Enlightens living!

That’s true: this wonder

Comes with sun,

To cause this day

A newly one…

My joy and smile,

And serious matter –

So closed sometimes,

And opened letter

To read and plunge

In truth. So fair,

As diamond star,

That shines. So rare…

This beauty comes

From naughty spirit,

Although sometimes

So hard to bear it…

 

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