Little Bean
of the universe
we are watching
the cloud shadows
over rolling
the green hills
as one.
With all the ache
and rush in the world
we surrender to love
and the blossoms horizon.
O, how we blossom
with death
though ill made
by the masses.
Anyone with wet eyes
will feel this.
When your eyes
finally opened
they were wet.
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