The smell of mud, I cannot smell
Spread over vast lands beneath my earth.
Seems like a play of space
As stars wave out to their shadows below
The gigantic spherical sense dawns,
From my 10 inch window.
The thin line between night and day
Cuts through as I blink my eye
This arrangement of elements so sweet
My heart beats for the work of that man.
Messy in close proximity
One dainty scene from a bird's eye
The owl in me gets a glimpse of paradise.
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