Sung by a domestic flower

soles lit seriously by lectures of ancient stones

blooming breeze carries away depressing thoughts

as little as hairs of grass

tight feelings poking out in dirt under sunshine

exaggerated view condensed with wilderness

unconscious of its uneasiness

eclipses cradle found its match through reflectiveness

political speech to upturn quietly striking opportunity

which – looking into the light of re creation-

smiles.

walking along the shore, turns out now,

allegedly alluring.

Music played by the wind

 

 

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