My reward is the the whole world,
Just get globel my words which simply settled,
My demand is the distance I must travelled,
Is only that you read my traveling pen on paper curled,
Life gets thinking raw radical race,
When one get it in wrist closed with words in right or wrong place,
Life gets line of luck or science of future on hand with line trace,
When one read it as a God's optimistic view to natural bush as paint brush more or less!
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