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It's a surface of the ocean, seemingly quiet, but crashing against the shores ripping hard rocks apart it is a traveller taking a deep breath as he walks through his home village returning after many many years It's the unheard cry of a colourful leaf falling from its sun-drenched tree into the untamed river, which carries it to the dark clouds It's wolf breath, leaning over neck of a dear who loves him, after a wild hunt across the forest! It's a rumble of thunder! and raindrops falling on molten lava It's a room painted with graffiti, smashed into the last chair, the last glass, where a breathless heart stands with a frantic expression and laughs crazily! It's a mute person's hand in boiling water! It's a white snowflake falling silently in the forest on a dark night. A song rising up from the blue depths. It's the cry of the soul, the cry and desire, the cry and the desire, you and desire! It's a fist fight of tears and lips. It's the love of fire and water. It is despair without which I cannot live.
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Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 7:14 AM UTC
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It's a surface of the ocean, seemingly quiet, but crashing against the shores ripping hard rocks apart it is a traveller taking a deep breath as he walks through his home village returning after many many years It's the unheard cry of a colourful leaf falling from its sun-drenched tree into the untamed river, which carries it to the dark clouds It's wolf breath, leaning over neck of a dear who loves him, after a wild hunt across the forest! It's a rumble of thunder! and raindrops falling on molten lava It's a room painted with graffiti, smashed into the last chair, the last glass, where a breathless heart stands with a frantic expression and laughs crazily! It's a mute person's hand in boiling water! It's a white snowflake falling silently in the forest on a dark night. A song rising up from the blue depths. It's the cry of the soul, the cry and desire, the cry and the desire, you and desire! It's a fist fight of tears and lips. It's the love of fire and water. It is despair without which I cannot live.
Lwithin
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Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 7:14 AM UTC
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