I often see the burning moon,melting from the sky
I often see the trees dancing in the deserts
I often see them crying voicelessly infront of their graves
Today i am crazy, my eyes are closed
I see the blue blood dropping on the black soil
I get a new color in my life,
By mixing the balack of the soil, with the blue of my blood
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it is funny hw fast we adapt.. though we resist.. but to survive..
that makes so much sense, that i can make no sense of it ;)
update??
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