Stretching
of the sun rays from the east to the west of the courtyard
A different
coloured, new bloom of each day
A little
bud that would flower when else where
Wide, wild
fields
And those
tides of the seas
Sounds
as pleasing as the moments of silence
Labours,
unleashes and admires
There
is that which I wonder if exists in all places we belong
Or is
it only in…
