The best the sea and melodies
valleys of poppies
streams fringed
flowing in seeming extacy
Enticing me to seek nirvana
uleashing my tenderness, my honesty my throne where venus sits in judgement
To see the white doves flying caressing the soft warm wind with their wings
extatic happyness in cataracts
Pegasus apears in the blue sky
wayward dove
olive trees enamoured of the flowing river touched me when i cried
and i mixed the tears with the dew and i herd you singing
chrisathemums poured on your naked body
the stars from that region will make you a feather, recognaisance
and convincing evidence of how much the world spins
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