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In The Ceiling of the Sky Bodhisattwa Parekh A spider's delicate highway, spun continuously at night. That was very artistic. A mountaineer is clinging to the ice dust. An attempt to discover that lost way. Water creates stains. That's shaped like an imaginary bird. And the bird is ready to take flight. Lines: 8 Topic ▶︎ |
In The Ceiling of the Sky Bodhisattwa Parekh A spider's delicate highway, spun continuously at night. That was very artistic. A mountaineer is clinging to the ice dust. An attempt to discover that lost way. Water creates stains. That's shaped like an imaginary bird. And the bird is ready to take flight. Lines: 8 Topic ▶︎ |
In The Ceiling of the Sky Bodhisattwa Parekh A spider's delicate highway, spun continuously at night. That was very artistic. A mountaineer is clinging to the ice dust. An attempt to discover that lost way. Water creates stains. That's shaped like an imaginary bird. And the bird is ready to take flight. Lines: 8 Topic ▶︎ |
In The Ceiling of the Sky Bodhisattwa Parekh A spider's delicate highway, spun continuously at night. That was very artistic. A mountaineer is clinging to the ice dust. An attempt to discover that lost way. Water creates stains. That's shaped like an imaginary bird. And the bird is ready to take flight. Lines: 8 Topic ▶︎ |
In The Ceiling of the Sky Bodhisattwa Parekh A spider's delicate highway, spun continuously at night. That was very artistic. A mountaineer is clinging to the ice dust. An attempt to discover that lost way. Water creates stains. That's shaped like an imaginary bird. And the bird is ready to take flight. Lines: 8 Topic ▶︎ |