Quarter gone
So much never seen
So much never heard
Such a small life
Already quarter gone
When will I indulge
When will the mole work
When will the tents open
Which butterfly will I touch
When will the haze cover me
and sweep me into invisibility
When will I find the nook
Hot coffee need I share
or rest and sleep in blissful daze
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