mother sun warm and soothe us
mammoth children
your celestial brood
timelessly race around your skirts
we hope for a promise
imaginary worlds are real
our existence matters universally
without our recognition
we are just creatures without eyes
castaways
living on fire’s raining rays
where dirt grows into grass
and not much matters
not our future
not our past
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 3:54 AM UTC
mother sun warm and soothe us
mammoth children
your celestial brood
timelessly race around your skirts
we hope for a promise
imaginary worlds are real
our existence matters universally
without our recognition
we are just creatures without eyes
castaways
living on fire’s raining rays
where dirt grows into grass
and not much matters
not our future
not our past
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