Sunday, April 8



Beyond the sun and moon
Into the heaven
Wings withered
Under the Lote Tree
Eyes looked yonder:

'Let God be the man and man be the God'
HE said

The words trembled past the shade of the tree

And succumbed into eternal entropy

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