Did I call you?
Did I see you?
Did I touch you?
goes my thought
on variables and invariables
on reality and abstract
the sun shines in the morn
the stars twinkle in the night
the moon wanes and waxes
with the rains and floods
the wind blows mild and strong
Do they ask in such a way?
as I interrogate
Never will they do
as they are part of Nature
they are preoccupied
transcend and translate
the sense of life.
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