The lotuses are listening
whether Summer, Winter, Spring
be careful what you say
because they may tell the faie
All will be held to account
how much or little to amount
though their may be grace of God
if you can see the whole, the fraud.
How easy to find the speck
when the other is up to their neck
though in mud, they will see
which must admit if you'd be free.
Perhaps such conflicts if you'd face
you too would need an ounce of grace
and I promise I won't hold a grudge
just hope to clear your eyes of fudge
See I too did not see clear
bound by the blur of fear
until one day I put on
spectacles of the dawn.
The dawning of the new day is here
if you're ready to look in the mirror
as an eyelash, mascara in your eye
brushed out to clear away the lie.
See we are not better than each other,
we are family, sister and brother
So when you see the splinter,
First clear your lungs with Winter.
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