God paints the sunrise with the softest blues//And loverly, effervescent yellows//If I were a bird, it'd be my featherbed//And if I were a melody, it'd be my complement
"I saw the Angel in the marble, And I carved till I set him free." Every story has an impact, each tale matters
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Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.