The Second Game and Gift
The trail has blossomed
So far here
There is no path
That's what they said
One time
I will take a look
It hurts
This is not a dream
Smooth single track
Like a coiling dragon
extends
Couldn't believe it
It is flaky
The print is original
My footprints
Before me too
The trail has blossomed
A former man
A previous trip
A path forward
A previous world
Not enough?
Another time?
GIFT 🎁🎁
Still
Once
you
This earth
completely
Finished eating
full of
disappear
Become soil
Become a tree
Flower
Dry
Kanyaki
in my hands
will arrive
Until time
by me
No more
Can't wait
to me
Tell and tell
routed
To the root
Me again
Shall we return?
About the Creator
Ahamed Thousif
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