Magnificence

• There's no mind in returning from the winds of the sea, thought flying above the head of the cosmos - boomerang collects balls of knowledge in the mission of the epocalypse. The heart understands the reality of anarchic mysticism - the head is colored with a new bell of the past.

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• Music plays along the wires of the soul, the elephants fly towards the antartics of blind hopes. The vibration of thought invigorates the sun of your rain - with a spear hit a diamond-arrow, you washed the hair with the lake. The golden suit is brought by the new Bitcoin, the scam of truth runs to a starlike lie - new roads lead again to Rome.

• The abundance of avatars, oasis of celebrities and good mothers, wonders ate our sweets - dreams have gained the power of a new dimension. He turned the woods in the direction of tears, the sky touched the creator's eyes - cliché of unknown smell.

• My enemy has the same moves - I will break the mirror - Titanic hands swim at the bottom. I repeat notes of a midnight song - the sun has awakened sleepy energy - poetry without words creates a fantasy. The sterile present brings new diseases of our bright purity.

Original poetry written by @dobartim