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Thursday, November 5

lost in the dreams

Inspiring images through the body
Realized as real
light of eyes open to expanse of the horizon
the morning greetings...

Noted there frenzied event
Time is like a king, although it's silent    
Receive is as the tribute,relatively awake
Words replacement aeration,like a sipping wing

Are there minutes of me...
That every second the motion and flow
I touched the breath and I breath in the mystery
A gift conjure a sense, the evolution of color

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