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Reason without understanding
Caught by a web
Summer haze and commending ways
Dry leaves lay like the wounded
Small minds small feet big heart
Questionable degree of happiness
Necessity indeed within the white bag
Latter days means better ways
Cruel intent of the spoiled youth
Aged eyes see the truth easily
Sleep softly and let the shade blanket you
Screeching machines make audible boundaries
A single leaf falls silently
And the eyes of a child grow wide
One lonely pigeon waddles to find his friend