Looking At The Sky
Part of me is,
I'm merely a man and soul,
And life on earth,
I look at you with great respect that,
I cannot find in my own body,
You are a warm cloth of sunshine and experience,
Ariot of sensations and theologicalthoughts,
Sometimes I am most grateful to you,
Sometimes sad for your callosity,
Sometimes it's irateinsincerity,
To be proud of you,
And most of all, I am merely a hammer and anvil for your distinguished future,
I am the plodder of your soil,
The distiller of your herbal drugs,
And like most enterprising entrepreneurs and sisters, I search for ecological solutions,
I plant multiple seeds for storage,
And a multiple future,
And anytime as you wish, you can strike me dead,
Like all creatures and most walking casualties,
I am your self imposing rules for survivals,
I would like to say, our acquaintances, had been brief, kindly justified or not, I gave myself wholly to your care,
Clean slate of mind and a mud body for your readministration,
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