18 czerwca 2013
In its purest form (Flow)
Since ten years ago,
the ebb and flow
the mystic river that
goes and goes
Simple in nature
For essentially beauty
Is the moment that words
Outline the glorious sun
Rhymed like cheese
And flying like butterflies
Ostentatious with as little show as possible
No need to detract from what is
No regal demonstrations
Or artful performance
Only the bare moment of the here and now
For art is flow
Poetry in its simplest form
For the unread
There is no glamor
Here is now
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