Old soul stuck in deafness, the usual schemes , I lost inspiration in the blindness of the dusty walls , whining in the burden stringy , jelly of yore ... and of Death ... hallways , the crosshairs and the law will never stop the wheel of Samskaras to spin ... only you have the will , want crazy to turn the tide the fate of the villain is not to grow old and die , and be free to look into THOSE eyes that pierced the infinite Worlds ... and the Fire and the Flame Strength will take Home ago , on the edge of the glowing Spring , on the edge of blooming, the Eternal Garden.
Location of the painting:
Hub
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