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I wandered
all around near seven seas
and ten horizons
to find where earth
hides its magnetic halo
But in one hill, ink marked
on crushed  trees
shadowed around sunlight
I found an earth
not round but strange
beyond the imaginary visions
of a sky roof to portrait
in frames of gold
from there I walked in battlefields
with no arms or army
but with only a bamboo plank
and at the end I find
a spark
magnetic halo,
circled radiance,
all combined
in one  feather soft dream
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