Contemplatively searching recesses of life,
looking for particular fields of vision from
other dimensions.
Interiorly fulfilling senses with a pure and
innocent vitality, violins stringing along
melodies upon measures of my mind.
Beauty unsurpassed in depths of passion,
climbing vines of interior roses, scents and
aromas filling my mind with accents of another
time within my being from birth.
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