I can see!
I think we can! From juniper trees,
Under the umbrella of her shadows
Right in the blacksmith glows
To feel the blaze, while some hover in foot part of hens.
I can piece through!
You feel I can! Either side of the divide
Even the casket between walls, of rooftops
Without holes.
Beyond realities of snipers, and
Clays in spit mold.
Far behind cloudy ears.
Do you believe I can?
Through the glass in thousand miles
From vintage of warm springs
Even the queen in bee’s assembly
Gave a nod of sight regains
When it became real
By the kings might
Of surpassing love
That… I!
Can see!!!


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