My mind is a river that is drying up.
A word that I can only think of is
Xylophone. A melody of it comes into my mind,
Well harmonized and coordinate,
Enlightens me to another state of mind, where
Lots of joys are found.
Lingering in my own delightful world,
Conventions no longer exist.
Heavenly place is where I belong.
Even a slight dispute is not allowed.
Not in my peaceful world.
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