Sunshine in my eyes
Darkness not around
Life is skipping
As the day stops tripping
In the moment of the bomb
I hear a heart a ticking..
When sadness turns into a waterfall of tears
There is another presense here
The winter can not freeze the flow
Nor the beauty and it madness
Where it dreams
Into little crystals inside
The cave within my mind.
Torching the ravine.
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