hustle get me sad
pondering a voice form the echo of a
distance level of dream, wild bird shout for laughter
until the sound of the wind blow
knock down the pillow
of tears in the
bedside step i fall
rise dear soul your gone yet!
capture of the past
journey, felt the thundering pond of joy,
thou nothing sip the crystal whisperer
of your pray in the nightfall
that calm down the angry
sea
raise upon the stargazer
as the stream of the heart beacon
the sounding cymbals of the
angels of the oracle of
dream you wish, stand passive
the fall great the meaning
of survive
hail on the clouds that never cried
wondering the wisdom of time
of the lasting echo of the past,
i pray... Farewell dear flesh
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