Mass Poem by Prativa Dey

Mass
Mass on the right
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Don't obey the wings
Fly away
Across the horizon,
At the call of the sky,
In the space of white and black clouds,
Seeing how much of a river he is,
Breaking the sea
He flies
How many waves he sees,
He does it over and over
The wings strike
In that mountain country,
The mountains float
At the end of the flight,
In a breath
In this tuku belief,
They go with reassurance,
Whatever the storm water comes,
My mind floats up
In the breeze
As far as going up,
You will understand any world.
Understand how great it is.