i'm so eager to let sunshine in
i move curtains and so as blinds
in doing i disturb season's dust
that gives me unending sneeze
that brought me tears and aches
but i found my long lost ball pen
by just holding it i remember
multitudes of poems i wrote
from one container; amazing
how much more if i didn't lost
it could be when i'm watching
those birds flying so, so free
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