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When my eyes are weeds,
And my lips are petals, spinning
Down the wind that has beginning
Where the crumpled beeches start
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The imagery is a beautiful realm where the words cast an open meadow of wild flowers rolling as far as the eyes can see, the sense of youth and eternity are entwined into one concept. What is time to a physical existence? And how do we control it? The mindset is a masterful play of pastel color and a depth that reaches new understanding.
Perfect imagery and vivid picturesque masterpiece! Clever and creative style that interweaves content with the meaning - amazing talent!
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7/21/2025 9:47:03 PM # 1.0.0
I was bon in August the 18th 1985... so this poem is very special to me.