I’m plucking secrets
of subconscious,
Disecting through
the diary of today.
From the mundane,
we seek to salvage minds.
Like finding that perfume
of preciousness,
I stop to analyze
what it might say.
I’m plucking secrets
of subconscious,
Disecting through
the diary of today.
From the mundane,
we seek to salvage minds.
Like finding that perfume
of preciousness,
I stop to analyze
what it might say.
The fragrance of your thoughts are pleasing; your words are like perfume poured out. No wonder the maidens adore you – Paraphased from Song of Solomon.
I found it gracious of the writer that he took the time to even analyse the mundane and earthly – most precious.
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