MY FACE

MY FACE




The beauty of the wholeness 
Is in the parts of making. 
The beauty of my face 
Is in traces of time. 
The beauty of the flowers 
Is inside a whole plant. 
The sweetness of a fruit 
Is in a plant that bears it. 
The creeps bear gourds 
Bear melons in the farm. 
The mint tastes sweet 
Scent an aroma to the wind. 
The beauty of a creation 
Is within the creation rite. 


 Wet my words and see 
The needle it spurs. 
Weed my actions and see 
The node it spots. 
Wear my costumes and see 
The fitness it adores. 
Wear my shoes and see 
The tightness it bears. 
Will my wealth and see 
The needs it causes. 
 Wall my ads and see 
The hooks it crannies. 
Wash my foots and see 
The the prizes it brings. 
Dict my words and see 
The heaven in its blessing. 
 Woo my ways and see 
The beauty it enlists.

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