This life is probably a bird
or any wing of buterfly.
In crazy night it closes eyes
as flower closes leaves in darkness.
So what if your opinion
differs of mine - and his - of heaven?
Do not all breathe this air here
anaesthetized to be alive?
Grasses do not know,
but they hope.
We do know and hope yet.
The meaning knows
and hopes to change
the fact
because so likes.
Is not the history -
the beginning
of speculation
of the other?
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