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Just Because

You catch me, talking to the birds...

Don’t mean I am bird brain,

That, I drink the rainbow, with mine eyes...

and think not about the pot of gold...

Don’t mean I am funny,

Sometimes, clouds string my imagination

and a smile plays on my lips....

Don’t mean, I am fleeting by nature,

You speak the language of the living

you say...

How come I understand not at all,

would you call me DEAD?

For sprites I see, so often

Sitting, playing, swinging...

and laughing...

While you cross by with unseeing eyes.

Does that make you, blind, deaf and dumb?