I’m a wild seed again. Let the wind carry me.
I’m a wild seed again .
Let the wind carry me.
Watching life passing, changing:
There are no constants.
Waves, wavelets
Vibrations
Meeting, making, being
Watching my being
Waves, wavelets
Vibrations.
Queen of the cynics
It’s alright.
There’s a wall being built around my heart.
You’re just another brick in the wall.
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