The shadow of self circles the direction of the day
pursued unbridled
awaited him to stop
I'm down,
the shadow sits closer.
I throw a stone throw into the water
wavy ripples
quietly staring at the calm waves
Flower fires burned
the smoke disappeared erratically
The sense of inspiration
when greeting gaze
blinking traces do not change
Lips say in mute
singing parrot singing songs entertain you
Master flattered
with a language that is not understood.
Oh, the wind that blows
come and go and go
leaving no trace
retreat to hidden space
Paranoid shadow illustrations
rambling in silence
not guided
between fear and shame is no longer understood
The imprinted shadow traces are biased
greet between there and no
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