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Metros of the dark are fearless
But closed are their eyes
To the human miseries.
Visions limited to human
Shrinks one's body to a grass.
No say in the global destiny
Firmly rooted on the land.
No hurricane plucks it
But direct every other grass in the neighbor
A global envelope, sealed at sunlight
May we all rest and live in peace
Where ever our feet touch the earth.
2016 FEB 19

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