I live in a wheel.
I can realize it
By the trees.
Every time i look through the window
I can see them
With the leaves in the sky,
Or on the ground.
And by the birds
That fly with a wing in the south
And with a wing in the north.
And by the Sun
That today rises in my left eye,
And tomorrow in the right one.
And by me
Who sometimes i am
And sometimes i am not anymore.
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