It tangles my time and flies in crazy races. Then slows down and gentle, quiet, you meditative moments, and gives them again mocking. Time to music or pain, joy, sick, hungry, always precious.
grins to my dismay, comforts and heals the guiding path. Ages, jumping, dragging tired, his eyes bound up with me and I reveal the secret of wisdom, questioning is not responding.
Dona beauty and removing it teaches me the value of things. It is silent and talkative fellow, still young and yet ancient, yet all shared, magician, prophet, enchanted.
simple life.
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