In between,
Morn and evening,
An afternoon to a song
Merry fruitfulness proclaims,
And flowers surely bloom
In a closed non external room,
For mind whence possess satiety,
He travels in simple steps gigantic,
He moves from Himalayas to Atlantic,
In few seconds...
Just.
Saturday, September 7, 2013
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