What thought is thought? Which one is brought, and tried to reach, through grains of sand along the beach.
Tried to drowned, because its worth the empathy, because its an art of loss? Proposed an issue of exaggeration.
Always consider the lilies. The least, though, how am I the most? Poem to song, but not thought what is wrong.
Space the breath in your lungs with the flower of gleaming sun. Don't let numbers weigh the ink towards your eyes, throw the great stress of the average comprehension aside.
Why let it be a lesson? Great artistry is conceived without understanding. Enjoy, but let the perfect drop of tension reach your mind.
Limit allowance of what you cannot stand. The statement of such writing that is taken falsely. Would questions of the ease of much essence suit to your leisure?
Let your contemplation adorn!
