What crazy means
Sipped inside
My puzzling mind
To grip tight
A throwing stone
Fingers stiff
Holding to surrounding air
With remorse
Overshadowing temptation
"NOT TO HIT!"
And,
When I flung opened
My supple palm
For an end
An oeuvre of compassion, and
Universal peace gleamed
Wherever I threw my glance
AND
“IT RAINED FLOWERS”
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