My Opera is closing 3rd of March

Momements in time

It wil neva cum again 10:35 of April will never come again...notice and cherish it as it passes by

i wanted to writte a poem about the art of poetry but then i didnt have enough urge to blaze the paper with mental transmissions.
till i took a glimpse at the universal music that my mind was staging with words,
and so i found myself writting this words,
poetry is an art form with no solid shape
it moves from thought to thought unfolding in a form of hexapla when it moves you hard enough,
its not rocket science but science in the form of a rocket reaching hights of beyond admosphiric levels.

This chains this Formality is draggin my ...i wanted to writte a poem about the art ...

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