https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=n-sj9AcU9yg
Opening my eyes,I dream on..a beacon of colour,a blaze of words,flying high from a higher radiance in light&space,a passionate silence where reality shows. Simple as breathing,beyond the material, and words in season hidden from view, under the surface, persistent thoughts, infectious multiplicity as the glitter of dew.Common place just words in harmony on a shifting springboard..butterfly moments concentrated & alive.
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