There there, little soul
Blaze with fire, harvest the cold
Under the shade of canopy
Shadowing overgrown trees.
Dandelion smiles
Roses flies
Daffodil cries
Peony arrives
A billion conscience neurons
Meandered through the sulci and gyri
A brilliant universe of all
The vast freedom of human mind.
Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC
There there, little soul
Blaze with fire, harvest the cold
Under the shade of canopy
Shadowing overgrown trees.
Dandelion smiles
Roses flies
Daffodil cries
Peony arrives
A billion conscience neurons
Meandered through the sulci and gyri
A brilliant universe of all
The vast freedom of human mind.
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