THE FLOWING AIR


When I moved through the vast air
Nothing but fighting the nill
I found its match full of hairs
Its strength explodes and standing still

Sure to say I met a case
Waiting its swallow and nothing more
Only my ignorance leaves it's space
In this endless air of God

I pass its wave founding none
Air for sure nothing I can feel
When my time for sure will be long gone
Air for sure is like tomorrow

When God moves the air and I
I puzzled to trade for its knowledge
Finding it sequel towards the sky
With so many puzzled weight in a day

I came from the memories depth
Air for sure remains the same
Air to the eyes of no regrets
Its the Lord who needs the fame.

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Its time wasting trying to find deep meanings about some wonderful arts of God.