Listening The Talk
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Oh, flower, come on dear,
Said the bee, I am waiting here.
Oh star, come on here,
Said the earth, I am waiting
To catch you, dear.
East, west,
North and south
All are there.
The river and
The mountain,
The sun and
The rain
All are there.
And I am there,
I am, the poet,
Listening to the talk
Of the flower and the bee,
The earth and the star.
All, for me,
Good and fair.
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