I've dispersed myself over the Earth
with each particle seeding the birth.
Some seeds bear wisdom of life
extracted from the survived strife.
Others artistic with music from mandolins,
painting the places and imagination scenes.
Romantic whispers of ideal affection,
on the jolly breeze in unknown direction.
And playful child without mature pride,
and happy faces of humans divine,
and tears of sorrow with will to hide,
and all of tomorrow of this life of mine.
All sinful thoughts cleansed by the verse,
all fictional plots embeded to rehearse.
And...