Practice

By Bamanga Bashir

How can I know the universe that fleets?,
whatever I meet is passing away tis,
these days and nature’s own flowers that cuts,
just at once I came across and may miss.
The time that is really sensing me, life,
there are huge things in nature and the earth,
comforting leaves, winds and things to strive,
may be to wit and give a thought of art.
But, how, when winds and weather circulate,
at a normal variation with any other,
and I may miss them since I crossed such state,
once and now I did forget might yonder.
Is it I have to practise my trade well?,
to know and keep within the earth the tale?.

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