Lavish skies, heart seeks
that tempting plush plenitude.
Heaven, deep within.
Linking with
that tempting plush plenitude.
Heaven, deep within.
Linking with
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.