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Fantasy Going Up Only in Spring Sunny Day

Every many ideas jammed night must be reset at next morning, especially at so brightened warmer morning, comparatively to yesterday’s so windy and chilly midst weekend.


Even so dogwoods’ flowers are seen to me these are anytime suitable to rainy day or a little cloudy with murky sunshiny day.


Quest to being often visits me, but it anytime must be regarded as the matter should be so absent removing any sentimental that stance must be needed to me, but also so moody or emotional idea could never be stripped.


Two wheels are crucial to create something, and creation needs analysis or explication either.


Content around past memory rising again is each differentiated according to the climate or weather.


Skin tangibility with temperature in degree of illuminating or so impacts my reminiscence, so subtly.


Each distinct scene is rising again along the days’ atmosphere.
Seasonal shifting so flatly turns the members of flower in opening.
Probably truth understanding is completely irrelevant to these tangible degrees.


But we are never alive along with only truth, but with unexplained sensibilities.
Memory inputting or reminiscencing about past matters are often dependent on never truth things.


Behind sunny sunshine, demoniac darkeness would be readied potentially.


Curiosity to natural beauty would bring me about so healthy imaginative future thing in memory of childhood ages, or infantile softened beauty would set me on so unhealthy imaginative past memory, but two things could never so mutual irerevant, neither.


That matter seen gap, how does it mean?


Are sun and moon in comibination or so?


Moistened heat, hotness and dried it, moistened chilliness and dried it have mutual gap, making us have a direct impact to remember something.


Glazedly lighting hidden sun behind reflected behind light clouds are immovably drifting over the mountains, over the mountains seen in chain flatly left to right over plain with widenend fields.


Rather outstanding one in sunny day makes its landscape so solemnly, with silhouette purply shadowed mountainous ridge in chain evokes savage animals’ breath to me, seeing them, that appearance is as if myself abstain from being outstanding in society.


But these clouds made me feel new morning over spending days.
Air anytime adjoins cooler streams and warmer them in windy skin tangible, in turn hotly and chilly.


It is like age’s trend, but anytime only one trend could be so visible at surface degree.
But essentially any idea never be in trend as praviled must prepare themselves welcome advent, what could never be prevailed must be present consistently, but those all are never unnecessary, as if light and shadow, universally seen to anybody.


Very many small flowers can be found to and fro, any presence as being alive must never be summed up to anther except itself.
And these seen fantasies are never illusion.


(Apr. 28th. 2019)