strumming through the diffraction
looking in your breath
swaping sun beneath the hand
is all wats in my mind
let me see through the door of the darkness
I know its just a shallow smoke
whtever goes through that lovely eyes
is can be just an illusion of skies,
extrapolating my thoughts
I just discover a popet to play
the strings are stiff and im untied
then why its lost in diminished movements
scorching my threads I found the hand
and I shocked It was the myth for me again
It was you again wid ur tips in my hair
lookin in your breath swaping da sun beneath the hand
its all wats in my mind
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heyy.. gr88 job buddy!! didn know u were a poet...
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