Big child

Son of God , thirsty crows , citrus leaves
Are all the big child remembers at sunset
The sun to go behind trees and dog barks.
There are lotuses in a pond smelling hills.
The water we drink mixed with indup seed,
So as to clarify the muddy waters ,if any.

In the gold of a  sunset a slate is filled,
Rather too  much with connections, wires
Arrows straying beyond the  wood frame.
But we still see faint lines of  alphabet,
Thirsty crows on trees, gowned teachers
Amid smells of sandal paste , lotus ponds
We drank waters from, mixed with seed,
There at the top , below the wood frame.

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