Gliding over the rocks
Its shadowy eyes beheld the
Children beyond laughing without cares
Snake!!!
It can’t show its head
for a better view of the worlds happiness
So it retires into the dark bush
This lonely beautiful thing
Poets are like these outcasts
Jailed into our small worlds
Cursed with keen eyes
to see in detail, what they are missing…

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