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A train passing at night
In a distance

Father to his kid
"Life will be easy",

It will be easy


    Was there a night
Without "goodnight"?
I've no memory.

Fall. Dream

   I can't live without strangeness

Dream. Again

   No memory. Worlds swallow you,
     deep

Again

Just want to feel
The scent of flowers

Wake up

  stars gemmed in skin

     inside

You see,
These people never dared
To face the shadowy lion,
The night lion.
Never even thought 'bout it,
Actually
Lie on, slumber still

God of plains is not the same
As god of desert, or gods of jungle.
How is our god?

The proportion between the stimuli and the sensation.
Me with my eyes closed?
The light can purge through my eyelids, even with them closed. The case comes down to the sensitivity

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Two brown plates
Mirroring
In two truest
Fake sides of mountain
Pierce past, now
Meet the lions

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When we have all the stripes
Collected
We'll buy a horse, and make a zebra.

     I wish I were a pigeon
   Dwelling on these roofs

Morning sunlight
& Fresh air

Berry wine

    ~dining with flies~

and i fell a long, dreamless
                           sleep

These abstractional pieces of modern
artists remove the bridge, the bond
between the external world and core
reality. They don't use symbols.
You stare at the core itself. There are
rumors about a man, that took a look
at one of some abstract paintings
and lost his mind.