I have whispered through the thin air
To the breeze that never came
To throw away the words
For the distant beauties of mine
“Ten Thousand saw I at a glance” said Wordsworth
Ten is good enough
Their arrow straight eyes
Suddenly plummets the ground
Searching for the invisible spot
May be they will find it
If I help them
But why does it always
Fall in the same place
Where I walk away
Hey there, I am here
I shout within
Is it me
Yes it is
Presumptuous thoughts and deceptions
As I thought
For a change she did something different
She stared up.
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