The conductor keeps conductiong an orchestra.
　Kaleidoscopi pattens from one after another.
Rusty laces have been spinned.
A colorful painting enfolds me, while I am looking at the painting.
Rippling at corners,

footprints gurge without any sound.
Go up.
From the bottom of stone wall, 　
looking over.

Powder of darkness falls through a hole patio cover
with heavy layers of sound of a bell.
Fall, Dissipate, Heaped.

It sneaks into the dreams.
"Play with me, Play with me"

Everything gets back in the order by the birds start singing.
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