A tour bear footed
Beside the sea shore
So stood for some rest
Feeling the gentle ocean wind
Blow the giant mangrove hair
Side by side they relax on each other.

Listening to the vista birds
This early virgin morning
Quietly l imagine
Working close to the river tip
Saw young creatures playing together
In same verse they swim
Swing braking food particles

Out of my bottle ink
As an ancient thespian
Spinning this socked feather
My facial mirrow ball
Espy the future omen
I feel the power of double folded palm
Written in one spoken flowing current.

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