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Sunday, March 24, 2013

The song of insects

The insects sing what they call beauty
Undefined by human cruelty
The plants now dance in a wind-filled sway
As if they all wish to say
That now it's time to come alive
To dream the dream you've kept inside
Release the pressure but slowly to keep my balance. 
To the song of insects, join the plants 

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