The eyes gazing the beach that pour the tranquil
And those murky shadows that fall from the sunlight
A crave to clad the silence
And dream to offer myself to some penance
The vast blue skies
Hide the big dreams behind the eyes
Flaying of emotions against the wind
The water cursing my parched feet
What is it to be like a bird soaring high?
Is that the liberty or a peril?
Am I keeping a fear in my mind?
Or just many thoughts passing the grind…
I wanna see myself
love spree
Bonding with the self for free
Just wanna climb up a high tree
Revive with the verve 1, 2 and threeeeeee…..
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