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But how do I tell you about the things I've seen? From the most haunting and daunting To the very fabric of dreams I've experienced love beyond measure Traveled the world to hold it in my hands I lost myself seeking that foreign treasure and returned home a different man Moonlit dinners on Italian cobblestone streets Ludovico Einaudi providing the symphony I've climbed mountains in The Alps Drank straight from the snow melt streams I witnessed the Black Wolf of Val Duron and kissed a Goddess on those mountain peaks I've stood shoulder to shoulder with ancient warriors carved in stone I looked them directly in the eyes and felt an honest worthiness in my bones I've laid on the beaches of paradise been cleansed by the waters of the Aegean Sea Slovenia, Austria, Greece and Italy I can no longer recall who I used to be Synagogues, churches, temples and sacred places but all I seem to remember is how beautiful her face is Like a collision of galaxies Moving far too fast to ever coexist We changed each other's world and kept moving through the eclipse From the Earth that inward pulls Like the song of the last wild wolves
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Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 2:42 PM UTC
The Fabric of Dreams
But how do I tell you about the things I've seen? From the most haunting and daunting To the very fabric of dreams I've experienced love beyond measure Traveled the world to hold it in my hands I lost myself seeking that foreign treasure and returned home a different man Moonlit dinners on Italian cobblestone streets Ludovico Einaudi providing the symphony I've climbed mountains in The Alps Drank straight from the snow melt streams I witnessed the Black Wolf of Val Duron and kissed a Goddess on those mountain peaks I've stood shoulder to shoulder with ancient warriors carved in stone I looked them directly in the eyes and felt an honest worthiness in my bones I've laid on the beaches of paradise been cleansed by the waters of the Aegean Sea Slovenia, Austria, Greece and Italy I can no longer recall who I used to be Synagogues, churches, temples and sacred places but all I seem to remember is how beautiful her face is Like a collision of galaxies Moving far too fast to ever coexist We changed each other's world and kept moving through the eclipse From the Earth that inward pulls Like the song of the last wild wolves
For the optimal experience - Play Ludovico Einaudi's "Experience" while reading at a slower pace.
#love#italy#wonder#universe#dream#life#change#experience
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Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 2:42 PM UTC
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