tortoise hasn’t seen the world


Blue, the colour of the vast blue sky.
There is the slowest creature, who slowly pass by.

Guess his name or guess his movement,
Or the place he goes or the place he went.

White, the colour of the sharp sun ray.
He's the creature with the colour of caraway.

The creature who takes hours to reach metres,
Falls to the trap with water in litres.

guess his name or guess his movement,
Or the place he goes or the place he went.

Heaven is the place where he ventend,
And the trap maker full day repented.

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