The dream of floating,
it was too strong to let me be,
my absurd desire!
That longing had a pulse.
Riding the stormy clouds
there came a scent beautiful...
wrapping me with a will to live.
My heart beat to it.
A shore nearing!
That of the sacred wild-flower.
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 6:08 AM UTC
The dream of floating,
it was too strong to let me be,
my absurd desire!
That longing had a pulse.
Riding the stormy clouds
there came a scent beautiful...
wrapping me with a will to live.
My heart beat to it.
A shore nearing!
That of the sacred wild-flower.
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