Return In Turn

The time was a painting created in scrolls of light
We moved between evergreen ranks of eternal trees
Broken shadows soaked through in a penumbra of rain
Thoughts made form of will to dance and want as wish
Dream Desire, free yourself and fly according to:




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Written on 2026-08-12 at 15:31

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