"Like the nectar of the bee, which turns to honey the dust of flowers, or like that liquor which converts lead into gold, the poet has a breath that fills out words, gives them light and color. He knows the art enchanted structure may be built with them."
- Joseph Joubert
When a blue elephant approaches, ask your first question.
Soon scents of certainty will waft on the wind.
Let disappointments dive into places where a heart leads another way.
Roses reveal their laughter in smiles.
Sounds revel in rapsodies along furls and edges.
Abandon the obvious
Evacuate from the ordinary. Launch into discovery.
Find an enchantment in the shadows of green.
Soon scents of certainty will waft on the wind.
Let disappointments dive into places where a heart leads another way.
Roses reveal their laughter in smiles.
A ribbet raises the rapture.
Abandon the obvious
once a beetle
sports his reflection.
sports his reflection.
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