I flew through the clouds, I heard the whistle of the wind caress my ears I heard the sun warm my irises …. then I woke up and the cold gloomy breath of reality gave me a good morning …
When I look at that magnificent INFINITE DEEP BLUE COAT THINGS SEEM TO LAST FOREVER And the breath of the soul is not tangible, is in the smile of each of us, and as an instrument of a thousand strings, touches the high notes falling like shooting stars rare and free …
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