Those playful thoughts
those words
out of uncertain
unforseen seed of creation
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Each state of him got its song, each mood - its thought
tuned in rhytm and color. Were it allowed by the
blue reality: that suffocating matter, it
Here&Now clinched upon him
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The easiest living's within the glowing bubble
ignorant of gravity - enchanted -
by its own.. the rainbow.
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For what we are - without the others - than shadows?
The shadows of today - tomorrow - all the yesterdays!
Without that valid sum - would we've ever been warm?
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Yesterday, still - in the air
Last night - on the mind it dwells
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The truth or beauty are staying happy by distinction,
the popularity - by cliche.
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There're poems repeating endlessly with small variations
Few images maneuvering swiftly through all combinations!
Though of same meaning, the same
Feeling
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Ought you never try to change the call of heart
Nor should try to tailor wings of soul. Neither
You could ever sway the scent you like - for
The Nature has been never meant to bow.
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Long were lines of parallel cars
Waiting for the green light
And drivers gazing sun fall
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