It must be the universe wanting to always begin, spinning its light where its
meant to shine, and darknest falls on the desolate, waters are crashing on
shores far away, and turquoise waves are glistening the same moon now backdrop
to the morning dawn.....
The clouds, are they pink, or is that the candle that warms my face so
irredescence glows all around me
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