Thoughts Of Simplicity
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Sylvia Frances Chan
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the tulips have grown
out of their own
the farmer's vessel was rown
not of its own
the seeds was sown
not of its own
the baby drinks milk
not of its own
but from mother's own
the lovely bird flies
not of its own
but by his wings
the ocean floods the land
not of its own
but from the storm behind
nothing does from itself
it's always from another part
but this simple verse is thought out
from my inside heart
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