Design dreams at your heart’s bid
‘I’m too grown up to be a kid.’
Run along the Icarean shore
‘I’d like to clean my marble floor’
Scream on a mountain, let it echo
‘Art is a serpent where venoms flow’
Admire it lad, the sense of sense
‘Heart is a foe, a pretended radiance’
Smell the fragrant flowers before they wilt
‘Get me some fermented wine, it seems fit’.
Brush those cheeks pink of new born girl
‘Around wealth I can make whole world swirl’
Sleep, my soul, on an amorous scene
‘Grow, my mind, an envious spleen.’



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