Colour Haze
Pulse
Be in a field nowBetween raging earth and racing skiesWeed fingers reachingLower your soul to the roots and seek the lightSeed was spread to the mountainsBrooded in the boiling seasExamine a dorp of waterA universe of vivid shapes is to seeMind the calm between the stars thenOverwealming something isOnce you get back and feed some ants sonBe calmed for it won't disapear
From Letras Mania