If light could see daylight, I would romance at night.
Nevertheless, the spiritual manifestation of the crystal
star can only radiate when it has polished off all the
Residue that doesn’t serve it any longer.
Just like saltwater that moves like a ballad at night,
It is the same feeling that envelops your soul when you
dip into the reservoir of the ocean.
Tantalized by the chestnut glow of the crystals and stones
That erected from the earth friction of an erupted volcano.
The pressure is synonymous with the levee pulled by a trigger. It
Dances in the twilight of thunder that are profound as the book
of Jeremiah.
The blues are reminiscent of the jazz that rolls in the meadow
Of the heart, that can only be treasured with the penetrated guise that
Is deep in its inception. It awakens everything pure and innocent. Shining bright like an empty glass of wine that has not been poisoned by the distorted or the contorted. While many waits at the helms of the intoxicated, its misery is inherently present with eerily silent waves of the dead. Initiated to levels of the awakening, it can only be sealed with a deal with the anonymous signature of the enlightened.
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