
Counting one two… – every good thing is three – so I’m the best.

Counting one two… – every good thing is three – so I’m the best.

That walkabout – choosing the filter bubble – missing reality.

Newly awakened bud – out of the protected heart – now exposed to our world.

Cheerleading berries – singing the last lines – in dessert of life.

Served from menu – tears of love and sad happiness – the food of life.

In squared box – captured by shades and lines – freedom for outsiders.

Close and beyond – the view of hopeful light – a touch of eternity.

in dizzy goggles – searching for adventures – a stony boardwalk

A bowl of stones – rough and husky out of universe – the inner heart.

In running time – a fence will build power – for every drop.
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