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Reborn

Blue grass, Red trees,

Black sun shines with ease,

Everything is changing size

What’s wrong with my eyes ?

 

Silent earth, still space,

Loud sun shines with grace,

Everything is noiseless fears

What’s wrong with my ears ?

 

Dry water, rough air,

Smooth sun shines with care,

Everything is shifting sands

What’s wrong with my hands ?

 

Senses right, no mistaking,

New sun shines without faking,

Nothing’s wrong, feel no pain,

Shine on perfect sun.

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christhamf
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Published
Sep 29, 2009
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