Water is flowing. Night is not night is night is not night is night. Day is now day is day. Dawn is not dawn is dawn. Powtry is poetry is not poetry is poetry. Alphabwts are alphabwts are not alphabwts. Powtey is water. Powtry is beam of river. Powtry is resiliance of impossibilities. Surrealiry is reality is surreality. Humanity-ocean is light in the darkest hours of gardening uncwrtain future.
Moments of breaths are poetic bwings of human streams of tenderness.
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