ya khachu krasnee veena
that certain state of, what nearly may be bliss... full of good posture, good outcome... excitment due to the goodness... gratitude... pride like a parent... where all markings and doodles may be something to save or leave on a bus seat for others to see, and read and watch and leave, and beautiful sky's ! amazing clouds!!- that ofcourse Never Go away, yet there is no guilt as to viewing them in during good times.. whereas sometimes its not so guilt-free and madjestic because of the crickets weighing on you shoulders and the crook in your spine stealing all the fluid for his own flask. The pains of uprooting a harvest, for both the tear down-authorities and growers of the crop.. whoever is right, they're both in pain for gain of some healthy little grains to be lifted with chopsticks and placed near a tounge and spit on and swallow'd and raised in a dazed little reality far from the size we see of actual working phantacy.
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