Singer: Indica
You can brood by a brook
And whisper to water
Don't worry, the dawn will dry your tears
See the daylight as it flows
It fills the holes and souls grow whole
You can moan to the moon
You can swoon in the sunset
Don't hurry, your world won't disappear
See the waves that drape the shore
They fill the holes and souls grow whole and old.
You can meditate by the Creek
And whisper on the water -
Don't worry, sunset will wipe your tears.
See how the daylight pours -
He fills the void, and souls healed.
Take your time to howl at the moon
Or pause at the end of the day;
Your world will not disappear.
Look at the waves that wash the shore
They fill voids,
And soul heal and grow.
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MegaMozg 28-03-2018 / 05:55
Played scissor paper rock
I'd run till I was caught
Games end but nothing stops
The rocks will turn to dust
The scissor starts to rust
The ink will fade with us.
Playing in the "rock-scissors-paper",
I would have escaped without being caught.
The game ended, but nothing to stop
Stones turn to dust,
The scissors will start to rust
The ink will fade with us.
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MegaMozg 28-03-2018 / 05:54
Hear the night toll in my breath
The cold lights dance overhead
Here the lake stares with dark eyes
Trees are their lashes of ice
See the star's glare float upstream
Shedding its skin with dead leaves
Seems like the sky's falling up
The wind wraps itself with my lungs
Night bells could be heard in my breath.
The cold lights dance overhead.
Here the lake stares with dark eyes
With frosted trees-lashes.
Look, drifting starry glare
And the dead leaves - like the discarded skin.
It seems the sky will soon fall,
And my lungs whistle.
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MegaMozg 28-03-2018 / 05:53
