a blank paper
loads of it
a pen and the ocean
how come these temperatures are so
tender
with my body
how come your fruits and women
taste so sweet
how come that bird flew so
gently around the splendid
crescent moon?
breezes and waves flow through
my being
the heart is touched
the burden is washed
how come so many humans
create their problems
amidst this wonder
they suffer
but they go on and on
how come the sea keeps always movin
how come no hurricane
ever comes here
or does it
the city seemed wicked
when i was with strange people
and now it seems so peaceful
while i am alone in tranquility
this day is sacred
the forest smiled
i crossed the tunnel with a candle
through the belly of the mountain
i walked
the jeep is full with good things
my heart, so free
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