To turn nothingness, into bliss
Something you love is soon to be missed,
For what lives now
Will surely fall then,
He'll only blow minds
With exactly a pen,
The trees around they never sleep,
Perfected by years the song they sing
Nature gives love, to every thing
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 2:06 AM UTC
To turn nothingness, into bliss
Something you love is soon to be missed,
For what lives now
Will surely fall then,
He'll only blow minds
With exactly a pen,
The trees around they never sleep,
Perfected by years the song they sing
Nature gives love, to every thing
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