my eyes around things and stop
early morning in the kitchen
awakes a thoughts
as my eyes stop to the cup
close up unknown faces;
in the factory
on the drawing paper with a brush
my eyes stop one plate drawn graves and leaves
Somebody made and designed this one
now the dishies displayed a sideboard
Eyes and asking moved on next picture of flower
where from the flowers
None in the factory
Impossible by a painter
Sure! there is who created the flowers
my eyes on inside myself
how I exist here?
Sure! exist owner who made me
Perhaps the creator is my owner!
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