Donnerstag, 3. Oktober 2013

beautifully light.

Es brennt.
Es wütet.
Es tobt.

Es flattert.
Es entflammt.
Es klammert.

Es weint.
Es schreit.
Es flehnt.

Es springt.
Es fliegt.
Es schwebt.

Es hasst.
Es liebt.
Es fühlt.

I want to travel where life travels, following its permanent lead
Where the air tastes like snow music
Where grass smells like fresh-born Eden
I would pass no man, no stranger, no tragedy or rapture
I would bathe in a world of sensation
Love, Goodness, and Simplicity
(Song of Myself - Nightwish) 

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