Wasted Paper
Even asleep the universe revolves
Inside my minds eye,
I see the pictures go by
Via allowing the process of mind
To take me into the present time.
Suns warmth reminds me of you
Your warm ways bringing health
Happiness and relaxation,
But there it stops
Drops and rolls this paper moon.
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