The Son of the last of a long line of thinkers. (delascabezas) wrote,
The Son of the last of a long line of thinkers.
delascabezas

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sunno sāwel uφo wesrom

Through that seed that sings flowers,
that flower that cries pollen,
that cycle which keeps life green...

Through the shining grass,
those sun-soaked fields,
and the mighty oak....

Celebrate the longest day,
for tomorrows hold no promises.

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