About cronodob
Welcome and hello i am CRONODOB
RIGHT!!!!!!! here we go !
^_^ memory π
light πΏ
Faith π‘
in the soul...
connecting poem
Echoed π‘
β like those not asunder
a mere single blade,
of green grass.
a pasture.
π³ into the past
And that out of that. π¦
breeze,
comes thunder.
β‘
Technology π»
Is magic π°
Look
dimensions.
Of static
Look oceans of plastic.
Look how much is now automatic
With Mystic linguistics
And one thought
impossible physics
These are the illusions of gaia π
