Under The Canopy
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There won't be any change,
If I'm insulted except in
My mind, there will be the
Riot of fighting emotions.
You jab on my bark with
Your pen-knife, I bleed,
But easily I make up
My mind for tomorrow.
Nobody, knows the truth
Of one's own, so who am I
to claim to know of
Your whole, when I couldn't
Catch the single beat
Of your precious heart?
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At night, I throw the dusts,
Into the bean of darkness,
Forgetting nuisances I met,
And breathe my prayer,
Under the canopy of the sky.
For you also, I pray!
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