my eyes are getting burnt
by the beams of the sun,
and I'm blinking...
my legs are crossing the desert
and the beams are everywhere,
and I'm blinking...
my heart is seeking for night
and its dark remains in soul,
and I'm blinking...
as I'm blinking through the desert,
through the beams and through the dark,
what the sand I sail astray,
what the blaze I make it dust...
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 10:25 AM UTC
my eyes are getting burnt
by the beams of the sun,
and I'm blinking...
my legs are crossing the desert
and the beams are everywhere,
and I'm blinking...
my heart is seeking for night
and its dark remains in soul,
and I'm blinking...
as I'm blinking through the desert,
through the beams and through the dark,
what the sand I sail astray,
what the blaze I make it dust...
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