My old feeling was a suffering slug sizzling in salt.
I have this new feeling recently: a blooming rose with feisty petals.
I have a feeling that comes and goes like a soaring owl escaping nature's injustice.
Yesterday I was as blue as North Korea’s people subjected to regime.
Today I am a light as a baby sushi roll.
As heavy as a lump of silver.
As restless as an ancient shrine crumbling for mercy, not ready for death.
As joyful as soft silk bathed in floral cream in a contained hot spring.

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