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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 unheard cry of a colourful leaf falling from its sun-drenched tree into the untamed river, which carries it towards the dark horizon It's breath of a wolf, after a wild hunt across a forest, with teeth against neck of a deer which loves him! 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 a forest on a dark night. A song rising up from blue depths. It's 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 the despair which I cannot live without.
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Nov 3, 2021
Nov 3, 2021 at 5:35 PM 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 unheard cry of a colourful leaf falling from its sun-drenched tree into the untamed river, which carries it towards the dark horizon It's breath of a wolf, after a wild hunt across a forest, with teeth against neck of a deer which loves him! 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 a forest on a dark night. A song rising up from blue depths. It's 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 the despair which I cannot live without.
Lwithin
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Nov 3, 2021
Nov 3, 2021 at 5:35 PM UTC
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