The Universe flaunts us
Flowers are dreams.
Fragrance is memory.
A shy poet is the quivering hind-leg of a fly.
A reader is but an invisible finger.
Sound is Matter waking up.
Fragrance is memory.
A great poet is a charming old dress that still fits.
A shy poet is the quivering hind-leg of a fly.
A reader is but an invisible finger.
Sound is Matter waking up.
Sleep is cotton candy.
The Universe flaunts us, and we are welcome.
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