//The growth is a poem
that dances in falls
the rhythm comes in
when you steps to dawns,
Dusky filthy eyes
the tuning sets right
here you recite,
the wrongs become edges
and the poem ignites.//

Growth is a poem
that takes the eternity
in quiet blurred time,
And then turns to the moment
when it wasn't bright,
And rests to the smooth petals
even when you hold it to the plight.

Taking lows high
And learns to fly,
in the waiting sky
Growth reside.

As I blink
It was all beautiful hymn,
A poem and time,
Growth is all fine.

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