The white lambs of thought,
graze the dark full night;
Violet morning runs,
since my child of mind,
comes to grow;
be green and grows up. . .
in presence of blue deep top.
The tears of green hands,
shining in presence of sun's smile,
the sun's purple tie. . .!
"comprehension of canoe",
"sun bright river lights"
and I:
Over defaults of my eyes.
Kareem - Bakhtyarfar
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