A passing thought....
The morning of an ever cherishable memory
in the magical company of a personified joy of a radiating beauty
neither freezes in the thermal blanket...
nor melts and drips like ice cream from the packet
yet...
mind accelerates like a racket
exhausting and emitting the clouds of smoky mind behind,
as the heart propels and leaps into oblivion 
and disappears into the universe.....

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