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synergy in the mist of creations' breath... multitudes croaking so loudly drowning in eventide dew, all the wind's timbre is hushed; overcome by earth’s communing symphony, creations’ living pulsing thrum.. alone in a crowd proclaiming the glory of now... whelmed, and i wishing i were a frog, and unalone in the throng maybe evolution as this— is reversing... ouroboros     i need to search for an intimate kiss metamorphosis, another incarnation that will turn me    back into a frog— a speck of stardust in a sky full of stars seems better than feeling like ashes a burned out candle muted by the gypsy choir *the call of the wild sung in the wind* wild is the wind © march 2016
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 2:16 PM UTC
the gypsy choir in the wind ... ♪ ♫ ♪
synergy in the mist of creations' breath... multitudes croaking so loudly drowning in eventide dew, all the wind's timbre is hushed; overcome by earth’s communing symphony, creations’ living pulsing thrum.. alone in a crowd proclaiming the glory of now... whelmed, and i wishing i were a frog, and unalone in the throng maybe evolution as this— is reversing... ouroboros     i need to search for an intimate kiss metamorphosis, another incarnation that will turn me    back into a frog— a speck of stardust in a sky full of stars seems better than feeling like ashes a burned out candle muted by the gypsy choir *the call of the wild sung in the wind* wild is the wind © march 2016
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 2:16 PM UTC
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