Muck leaf dead on corn field
Laid slowly on a loamy bed
Exhales life; loam soil puff off
had believed there was no sky under the shade
There was a lie about sky
on a sunny day feather scattered??
What it might look; he was fascinated
on a cold night; flowers rolls downs its wings
To see a clear star on sky
Tore down himself ,he floated
away on the corn field
Above flowers;which may look beautiful to you
But yet; he doesnot want to fall for them
Every spring brings new hope
Every winter tore down every hopes
This spring Maggot sings freely around the line
This might be a time to blow away very high forever
Do u remember the last time
When we were together on a same barren cornfield
they wander ; i might be still there on a cornfield?
Simplification :;
Leaf = he
Flower = she
Sky = reality
cornfield = poetic illusion
maggot=blissfulness
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