Walking

Walking long poem

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I hear the version
All existence
I face
I learn to adopt
to try asses
I connect to contact
a word for you
Still I want to
love—-too…

WALKING(2)
Flying a smile
Flying a love
Love walks on way
Cave-paints to paint
Take to spread
To take
Love connects
To fly
O!my walking face
Walks—only walk…

WALKING(3)
A moment now waits
Here and here
A life acts to react
Flying-floating air
My eyes-boat
Beckons you
O!my fate
I hold-
Please hold…

WALKING(4)
I stand on the way
I relax as I laugh
I think to see
I weave a story
Means my life
Means your time
I look at look
That’s my walking…

WALKING(5).
Let I walk
Let you talk
Pet my words
laugh to fly
Wintry winds
Walking Sky
Within thought
Give to take me
My life—my shot…

WALKING(6)
Crossing to cross
Walking with me
On the road side
Sun set to rise
Go and come
I relax to fill
All the blanks
I read-
I write-
An end.

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