the pleasing burn
of a resurrected sun
from the fading moon
tears do run
a breeze that soothes
through my soul it cascades
green valleys sparkle
with such beautiful parades
. yellows that dance in a haze of blue
. unsurpassable visions are now but a few
golden white
seeks fiery skies
nature has our meaning
she never lies
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We can behold the pleasures of our earth within the realms of mystical intrigue and social enlightenment, surrounding me are an infinite number of concrete constructions shrouding the land we so desire,
" I see a tree, I hear a car,
capitalist nirvana is not very far,"
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 2:24 PM UTC
the pleasing burn
of a resurrected sun
from the fading moon
tears do run
a breeze that soothes
through my soul it cascades
green valleys sparkle
with such beautiful parades
. yellows that dance in a haze of blue
. unsurpassable visions are now but a few
golden white
seeks fiery skies
nature has our meaning
she never lies
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We can behold the pleasures of our earth within the realms of mystical intrigue and social enlightenment, surrounding me are an infinite number of concrete constructions shrouding the land we so desire,
" I see a tree, I hear a car,
capitalist nirvana is not very far,"