Flish flashing thoughts go running.
Like lightning towards the ground.
Blip, blop the mind doth go a bubbling.
Like a cauldron black and round.
Plip plopping the images a’broth.
Like rainfall on all sides surround.
Wish washing away they froth,
Like loves flow it is found.
Swish sloshing they find a form,
Like memories of substance abound.
Bizz buzzing around they do swarm,
Like lovely life beginnings be born.
Drim drumming the essence, it grows,
Like virgin thoughts the beauty it shows.
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