Flying wind and ashes
I seduce you to chanting hidden air
In stratosphere of mystery.
I grow wings in you to fly
While Saturn has her eyes on Mars.
The isle of sky is not falling
When we lean,and
Stalwart storm is dancing in our grip
With a perpetual mystic music
In your pocket.
And the sun boats sailing
On silent bay
When we flourish
To take a picture of the wind.
We were journeying on a silver boat.
A silver boat
In a naked finger
To fly with wind
And ashes
Post 5/5
I seduce you to chanting hidden air
In stratosphere of mystery.
I grow wings in you to fly
While Saturn has her eyes on Mars.
The isle of sky is not falling
When we lean,and
Stalwart storm is dancing in our grip
With a perpetual mystic music
In your pocket.
And the sun boats sailing
On silent bay
When we flourish
To take a picture of the wind.
We were journeying on a silver boat.
A silver boat
In a naked finger
To fly with wind
And ashes
Post 5/5
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