No ordinary blades
No one knows
And they vanish
Only to reapear
The spirit is busy
And the music is real
The junkies cut a deal
So again swords
Vanish into the air
The air is brisk
Till you hear her
With her patience
And levity.
We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
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