Mystic


Move like the verb

Which is a mystic that can’t be controlled

He runs through the forest

Like through the fields

Beautiful to live for this mystic

Green leaves

Flowing with the wind

Reminds me not to fear or worry

There no words when it comes to him

A planet

A star

A place to lay

I felt him once

Read more in Vol. II (PS)



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