When I crossed the violet bridge of thought,
From crystal-veined Atlantis — I was caught
By Lemuria’s breath, warm like a sigh,
Where mountains hummed and stars walked by.
There were no towers, no kings, no gold,
But forests that whispered truths untold.
The air was mind — the wind, intent,
And time bowed down wherever it went.
Children sang in languages of...
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