In the linger of summer imperfectability when tides return slow and gentling breezes rare, soothe savage souls still questing your spirit essays the emotions. Across dying forests, holding vain under spell of Lyrebird and time roaming creeks, comes a consolation of inadequacy nurtured on breasts of tormented philosophy. And in an entomology of night swooning heavens and curious eyes plunder a praemeditatio of thought. Where does the claim of heart roam - are you aware of my soul kissing your being? (c)copyright T. Lee
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