Blank pages dance with the wind under the pale moon's gazes,
Ideas lost to the ages again walk straight against the lines in phases
rhythmical even, oddly creating a rhythmical evening,
a breath of fresh air like breathing, new life mixes with ones perceiving
it's been a long moment like watching minutes pass,
through a vintage hour glass since I've know that feeling last.
©Krishna Volk
Ideas lost to the ages again walk straight against the lines in phases
rhythmical even, oddly creating a rhythmical evening,
a breath of fresh air like breathing, new life mixes with ones perceiving
it's been a long moment like watching minutes pass,
through a vintage hour glass since I've know that feeling last.
©Krishna Volk
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