Poetry
My eyes
If I were blind
It would dissolve
The dancing landscape
Letters of language
Colour of people
Face of smiles and tears A childhood
Traditions of past
Offerings in temples
Rather I would etch
Eyes of trust
Kindness in clasp of hands Love in that embrace
Colour of shadow
Confession of music
World in fragrance
Dancing with life
I would ask
Why live?
Why die? The ensemble proclaims
Song of conscience
In its colossal beauty
I would keep writing
Without knowing
Ink etches words no more
It would dissolve
The dancing landscape
Letters of language
Colour of people
Face of smiles and tears A childhood
Traditions of past
Offerings in temples
Rather I would etch
Eyes of trust
Kindness in clasp of hands Love in that embrace
Colour of shadow
Confession of music
World in fragrance
Dancing with life
I would ask
Why live?
Why die? The ensemble proclaims
Song of conscience
In its colossal beauty
I would keep writing
Without knowing
Ink etches words no more
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