evolution of music
that lives and grows inside me
generation that takes up after me
no word for music, to make this rhythmic
that beat flows into my vein
like a bulb flashes with unstable current
the smile sprinkles in, with no vain,
as if i am eating a blackcurrant
I stand there, just to watch it bloom,
into me, like the music flows
that flower to show me its true fume,
hands in blush, eyes in rush as it glows.
I sit,think,walk,see
never stops the blue magic
such a clown of sea
as all fly like it does in pelagic.
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 11:30 AM UTC
evolution of music
that lives and grows inside me
generation that takes up after me
no word for music, to make this rhythmic
that beat flows into my vein
like a bulb flashes with unstable current
the smile sprinkles in, with no vain,
as if i am eating a blackcurrant
I stand there, just to watch it bloom,
into me, like the music flows
that flower to show me its true fume,
hands in blush, eyes in rush as it glows.
I sit,think,walk,see
never stops the blue magic
such a clown of sea
as all fly like it does in pelagic.
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