I am a feather soaring in the wind. Rising, sinking, circling, curving…
Flames Walking, along the silent street In the darkness, the snow glints like fire I scrunch it with my naked feet It burns, it tingles It’s the burning I desire In front of me, a wet black hole surrounded by blue ice I tremble in my flesh and soul I’m here, I’m there, in no disguise And every step I take leaves a print I measure with my eyes Then a splash, a breath The water flows Blood circles through my veins The fresh wind grabs my skin, so softly it blows My body burns in flames
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