I see a flower
And I smell
I saw it nice
I quill
It’s like the colors of the rainbow
All present here
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It’s winters here now
Down my knees
I feel a certain cold
It’s shaky
Somehow I feel I wanna run
I think of the times
It just to be hot
But I could not cherish the sun
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A time of mystery
A time of fun
A time away from the blues
Time to run
on open grass
with no shoes
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I like to run
I like to run everyday
it’s these tracks in cities
which make me happy
I cherish the feeling
I cherish the air
I run for myself
I run for fun
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all along the pottery pots
they might break
if I get too close
they fragile
though hard seeming out
they like a
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I like to keep active
all the time
I helps keep my metabolism running
make my shine feel shine bright
I feel it’s the right way to living
this life
when we are young
we like to play all the time
why now stay at the backseat
and feel feel like being done
let’s wake up,
up in the morning
keep our toes on the run
and skim the day
like not the rest
and just better than before
it’s true
we could die soon
even a hundred years are less
and as I keep on running
this life just seems a bless
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I looked at the moon
it’s was so bright
it got it’s phases
full and not
it’s shines like a disk
I wish I could grab
frisbee it in the grand sky
See the stars
coming by
feeling the freedom
of no bounds
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I hear the chirps
of the singing birds
as they fall the leaves
on the playground
of the nature
this beauty all it seems
catch them you can’t
they seem to fly
high above the head
even in the winter sky
they speak a lull
as a distant flower in sight
and I
muzzle into peace
brought under the tress
as they bring out
I choose to speak
in unison
with the ground
to birds
in their sounds
they care
care a lot
too much
for us
they say
they live
they say
they die
they say
they breathe
the whole sky
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green is the leaf
and green is my crayon
I wear a green shirt
and so my shoes down
green is the colour in the rainbow
in the VBGYOR we do find it
it is evident in the northern lights
and so in the souther lights
green green
is the cloud of spring
green green
I wear my rings
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I see a square
or I see a book
maybe a window
with it’s hooks
I see a circle
or it is a tumbler’s top
I see a sphere
oh, it’s sand grains
I see too much
oh, it’s just the eyes I have
I speak these words
it’s just of the memory I have
whatever left is not just not there
it’s just unsaid
leaf poetry 