The Path

Tue, 10/14/2014 - 21:35 -- tricoci

Our souls are burning upon an open sea like lamps flaming with nothing flees into the world prances into danger and sings so happily,fearing the lost souls reaching to the bold foes crying to the sea weeds wishing to the sea star blindly moving forward no destination just fath that rolls into the waves that is your mind wondoring not Knowing when the path you on will end and return to its neural nature-calmness

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