Once upon a time..
I came to a stretch..
A land of plain .. grass .. woods and den..
I walked into a plateau..
Of.. some floating ends..
Gliding amidst the thickket bushes..
And forest..
feet and legs off descending T..
It chills and comes to..
A stand still..
The thoughts and query.. regular riffs..
The rise and fall of empire.. me..
Here and therefore distinctive feel..
The hour and memory of..
Mobile ring.. or similar source .. but.
Many things.. it comes and goes..
to.. River and seas..
several times by threaded.. quilt..
The journey whereas.. tours and trip..
The central banks of rivers and springs..
Vanishing lines of footprints..
The mirage and maze of realization seen..
I seek and settled to .. foggy night..
Days and years of lonely like..
Once again I see a light..
Coming towards from a tent in dark..
Standing still by levee .. line..
Shining under the moon and stars..
My dreams and destiny.. very far..
Garbed under this clothing..
Fantasy of One orderly apple..
Sixty five and seventy rounds..
You and I are very proud..
________________________
Spiritual glamour ..
The hallucination of longing and passion to try find something.. as a balance or surrender to unknown is colourful.. when it comes.. it stays anyhow as the "universe helps.." and one starts to think that he has finally found.. something.. as it settles.. it creates unique patterns in the allure of.. the fleshy feel of achievement..
whereas in reality it's a dead end as it's eggless..
I think that.. when somebody try to find something.. when it's found.. something remains still. As .. it's the query of.. another at the end.. after all..
I came to a stretch..
A land of plain .. grass .. woods and den..
I walked into a plateau..
Of.. some floating ends..
Gliding amidst the thickket bushes..
And forest..
feet and legs off descending T..
It chills and comes to..
A stand still..
The thoughts and query.. regular riffs..
The rise and fall of empire.. me..
Here and therefore distinctive feel..
The hour and memory of..
Mobile ring.. or similar source .. but.
Many things.. it comes and goes..
to.. River and seas..
several times by threaded.. quilt..
The journey whereas.. tours and trip..
The central banks of rivers and springs..
Vanishing lines of footprints..
The mirage and maze of realization seen..
I seek and settled to .. foggy night..
Days and years of lonely like..
Once again I see a light..
Coming towards from a tent in dark..
Standing still by levee .. line..
Shining under the moon and stars..
My dreams and destiny.. very far..
Garbed under this clothing..
Fantasy of One orderly apple..
Sixty five and seventy rounds..
You and I are very proud..
________________________
Spiritual glamour ..
The hallucination of longing and passion to try find something.. as a balance or surrender to unknown is colourful.. when it comes.. it stays anyhow as the "universe helps.." and one starts to think that he has finally found.. something.. as it settles.. it creates unique patterns in the allure of.. the fleshy feel of achievement..
whereas in reality it's a dead end as it's eggless..
I think that.. when somebody try to find something.. when it's found.. something remains still. As .. it's the query of.. another at the end.. after all..
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