Let go the kite
there's a storm outside
and my inner child liberated
from the negative hope of a dreamer
just stay with me
I'm still a soul out there
feeling lost myself
this is the beginning
and I feel the airwaves below me
The silent geometry of the universe
hidden in the tale of the Moon
I discovered it in a sudden rush
and the thought police tore me apart from home
I folded the space and created a spiral notebook
where I wrote my deepest dreams
and I had a dream last night
that this world is what I desired
- Autor: Eisenheim (Seudónimo) ( Offline)
- Publicado: 26 de marzo de 2023 a las 20:28
- Categoría: Triste
- Lecturas: 15
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