Of sun rise
Shiney eyes
Break the day
Parting from
Last concrete
Wall made
Of ignorance n greed
Falling low
Up and high
The Buddha is
On the ground
Blowing throat
Stomack deep
Behind the eyes
Shadow walking
With ease of
Broken try
Clouds are passing
Coming back
Heavy head
Shoulders attached
On the rope
Lots of fat
Panoramic view
There's no way
To see
Cold fog
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