As A Keepsake

Mind’s Open. No Need For Tokens.

Thoughts Rush By ─Just To Be Fly.

Razor Sharpe Hours Shower Internal Flowers

Grasping Beauty As It Unfolds─

You Know─

Praise To The Bee In Its Quest To Be.

Weather’s Never Old. But Love Is Bold.

Nature’s Plan Is A Juicy Chaos Land.

Everything Grand In Mixed Sand.

Pull Up Nasty Stakes

Keep An Eye On The Flakes

When The Body Keeps

Ancient Mental Fakes

As A Keepsake.

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