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Muse of a mindless hue! ! ! Due to the time; Blues of love and life, Mankind on earth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The birds sing with mindless hue. The feeling of no feeling is vast in it's profundity, The kingdom is empty like mirror with no image inside. The word shrinks within its womb rapping The world behind to relax on its penumbra.