the day falls like rain bubbles

and night rises like sleepy tiger

and the sunset strikes the lookers' eye

as the moon surpasses the ray of bleached night

my heart sees and hearsno, hear some

the way found in the path of my throat

it leads ti no place,but to my fate

fate of my creation,fate of ancestrals

fate full of greater animosities

my mind would thought no,but taught

the heart who so complex

and thought so affix

so simple it will thank

and the tongue will lift and say no trunk

for woodlog will roll

but will stop by hole

as frank sail with naughty boat

and scandals will ask what?

all man will have the answer'd

but no to scheme hazard

as all fade with words

and stalk on the roadside,hoard

their innocence

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