What is this slow blue dream of living, and this fevered death by dreaming? — Aberjhani, Journey through the Power of the Rainbow: Quotations from a Life Made Out of Poetry
What is this slow blue dream of living, and this fevered death by dreaming? — Aberjhani, Journey through the Power of the Rainbow: Quotations from a Life Made Out of Poetry
What is this slow blue dream of living, and this fevered death by dreaming? — Aberjhani, Journey through the Power of the Rainbow: Quotations from a Life Made Out of Poetry
What is this slow blue dream of living, and this fevered death by dreaming? — Aberjhani, Journey through the Power of the Rainbow: Quotations from a Life Made Out of Poetry
What is this slow blue dream of living, and this fevered death by dreaming? — Aberjhani, Journey through the Power of the Rainbow: Quotations from a Life Made Out of Poetry
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What is this slow blue dream of living, and this fevered death by dreaming?

— Aberjhani, Journey through the Power of the Rainbow: Quotations from a Life Made Out of Poetry
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