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RE: Our extrasolar spring (original poetry) [Day 1]

in #dsound7 years ago

Perhaps we are still being born ... anyway that is thought that sprung to mind as I read through this very elaborate and elevated esoteric write.

"Let the world's chaos compost inside
Our auric egg until humanity's spring."

Always, you present a very fine work of art. This poem is no different.

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