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Siesta, angelic music strews holy words in my ears draws them on the front and the back in relief in the auricles. Am I dozing or has someone awakened the flowers? I lie so comfortably in the sun, safe in the green field, my face blushes blue from the royal chalice between my legs the flowers just laugh and sing The work is done, yes I doze of holiness
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Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 5:12 AM UTC
Siesta
Siesta, angelic music strews holy words in my ears draws them on the front and the back in relief in the auricles. Am I dozing or has someone awakened the flowers? I lie so comfortably in the sun, safe in the green field, my face blushes blue from the royal chalice between my legs the flowers just laugh and sing The work is done, yes I doze of holiness
“Okna podle Marca Chagalla” (“Windows after Marc Chagall”, 1976, Petr Eben), with: Issachar, the green window (1961, Marc Chagall) Collection "org anp ark" #70
Zywa
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Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 5:12 AM UTC
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