Window panes open
Bed-room of my
friend’s cottage.
Outside unknown flower
blooming
In neighbor’s garden.
Mind flows with crystal
sentiment,
That pleads for
freeness from cage.
The grills of window
seem iron barricade,
Into mission of
soluble wisdom, hindered.
Flashing outside with
flowers and
Green leaves of banana
tree conglomerate.
Mind moves child-like,
Amid pristine bait of imperial
sentiment.
“I do not tear you.” Mind
tells to the nature.
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