Soaring above into blue skies and white clouds, feeling
happiness touch me like the strings of a violin when
playing a melody.
Beautiful and tantalizing, contributing explicitly to
intellectual elements of some importance in scheduling
an agenda filled with equations of loneliness.
Gripping my heart, filling me with a purposeful expression
of wanton hopes, having a mournful disposition, yet tending
to the business at hand.
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