Lounging in measures of life's rhythms, letting tempos
grow interior rose gardens, finding they are blossoming
all at once.
Sprouting aromas all across the atmosphere, giving off
signs of enticing auras, playing with this artistic
mind.
Following notes up and down measures of time, staying
focused, reaching into the spiritual side beyond edges
of this earthly life.
Beautiful and savory sounds to look through their
colors being captivated totally throughout the night,
shining in the darkness till morning.
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