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flowing river
touching my soul,
blooming  flowers
are– the pearl
 
once in a while
look in the mirror
touch the God
U, myself, and me.
 
Strings of guitar,
Ring in my heart
word running by
hear me —-
 
feels so
up in the clouds
like moths around
or drop of light

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