Echoes of mornings in the past moan aloud, wanting to
always be remembered in a poetical mind.
Reveries of a lasting rhythm being contained in the
momentum and melodies of heart-warming episodes.
One of heart-warming episodes of life lived beyond
itself in every way.
Leaving no note or tempo unturned, exercising neurons
and synapses thoroughly.
Living through an intense curiosity, learning new things,
wanting answers to everything not yet known.
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