The time is very little, but still I like the job
have to do
I still haven't found that mysterious blue lotus.
Must find.
In that blue lotus is my pride,
It must be broken.
The time is very little, but still I like the job
have to do
There is a blackbird on hand, though it is no longer alive.
I am flowing in the river in that blue horizon.
There is no hope to reach, but there is pride in my mind.
Burnt bread is like, flowing with the current.
He has no address where he will go.
I am lying in that boat.
There is no boat in the hand, there is no sail in the door.
Only in the current of the river, the boat floats.
In that blue horizon...in the blue horizon...in the blue horizon....
©vijitath
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