Inner Realm
__ Song of Mind __
The crickets are making an orchestra,
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The shore of summer is submerged in dark, On the bosom of Imbecile evening, The pain of silent song of early Autumn, The shadow of death of sunny selvage
The crickets are making an orchestra, With strength and stress to adjust the anguish, Their jolly souls to imbibe the spirit, Of the evening after a sunny summer
Life is a storm with a strong epicenter. Darkness though painful is pioneer of peace. ......