I do lose much of my smile when my fingers take wind.
They fly like a team of a thousand horses.
They travel the mountains through atomic views.
A Granule of Life is a Treasured Chest.
It upholds the Sky within Reach Sudden.
Come to my Muses but slowly dismount.
I want to catch each and every Detail.
Painting them Flower Eternal Graff.
What I write remains while I vanish, Yes,
As you, my sincere friends, are my Masters.
You merely Exist with All Innocence.
No mask that was needed was Sent for, Earth,
A Spirit of Beauty is No Doubt your Truth.
It emanates from the Love of my Tribe.
All the Persons Who hold forth a Smile
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