Thursday, March 17, 2022

Floating


Floating flowers fill the air
Expanding consciousness everywhere
Just as I am sinking down
Into darkness I do drown
Breathing deeply what I’ve done
People I’ve hurt, lies I’ve spun
Heaviness fills me until I sleep
Love pours in and my soul does weep
Floating flowers fill the air
Softly caressing
love
and pain
we share.

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