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We were a pretty big pack of cicadas
flying without any destination over that nice island
I forgot what the island was called
It doesn't matter, it was a nice island with a lots of food to eat
*
One sunny day we found a place, green and lush
A lot of food, O my!!
It was some kind of garden
we called it - the Secret Garden
in fact it was very beautiful too..
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I'm the kind of cicada who likes to write poems.
okay, don't write, I can't write, cicadas can't write.
I thought up poems and then remembered them.
Simple ha ha
In the Secret Garden I wrote this poem
hm..I still like it..
here it is:

"A son of cicadas"

I remember it
the Rubicon of grass
is singing
the starry and cold night
tired
I wanna sleep, I can`t
awaken dreams are coming
like kind of parabola of light
O! all these stars are blinking to me
and I who am without wings
it feel so,
the cold wind
lifts me up to the stars
I`m flying without wings
Am I dreaming now..?
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Now within a dream - I am
I understand:
Simple, life is a specific structure
that allows atoms
to handle the energetic imbalances
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Tomorrow I gonna be very energetic :)