Ooh, finally peace
all is quiet except the
voice of the mouth of the river
of my thoughts.
Everything is so quiet
my brain
chirps like a bird-beaked
all yellow and red green and blue feathers.
Everything is so good as to seem like a gift every single sound
by the roar of thunder
pace of an ant.
The
nowadays I find it always has been just
wanting to, ah yes!
This place here is in the soul of everyone.
There are already
on this beautiful lawn
I was born I had forgotten
finally home ...
O9/O5/O6
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