Wind blown leaves,
a shivering branch,
on moving ground,
kept in a fence.
Deep seated roots,
striving to grow,
in a stormy breeze,
just let it go.
Calm down,
the sun is shining bright.
When she’s gone,
there is always a delight.
Troubled sea is out of control.
Careless tides are driven by a goal.
To bring back,
to keep it on.
A never ending state in a painty song.
Calm down,
the sun is shining bright.
When she’s gone,
there is always a delight.
This holy grail,
you ́re keeping eyes on,
deep from the bottom, into your veins.
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