When you're travelling...
From the mansions of money,
Farthest from stings
In the sweet combs of honey;
To the beauties of arts,
Imagining immense;
Through the magics of science,
Researches commence;
Till the darkness breaks free,
As the light of reality;
Seeing a world full of rough,
The Earth seems round enough !
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 3:48 PM UTC
When you're travelling...
From the mansions of money,
Farthest from stings
In the sweet combs of honey;
To the beauties of arts,
Imagining immense;
Through the magics of science,
Researches commence;
Till the darkness breaks free,
As the light of reality;
Seeing a world full of rough,
The Earth seems round enough !
