Gaia
rich hills filled with passion fruit, is
the first image i see
overall in general, a theme of
peace and human decency.
people acting upon instincts
true emotions flow like water over the river we drink
for a second, i slipped
into a false reality created by me
when i think
this image of perfection
is a fugitive of time
hand crafted mastered at one point
defections in perfection
caused by costs and coin
ocean waves tackle the earths surface
for us to experience
this satturated natural behaviour of evolution
reasoning is just
as to why we are
why we must
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