Flowers are dreams.
Fragrance is memory.
Fragrance is memory.
A great poet is a charming old dress that still fits.
A shy poet is dewdrop trembling under the first rays.
A reader is but an invisible finger.
Sound is matter waking up.
Noise, too, is a wave.
A shy poet is dewdrop trembling under the first rays.
A reader is but an invisible finger.
Sound is matter waking up.
Noise, too, is a wave.
The universe flaunts us, and we are invited.
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