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Bee, kissing rose,

Cool honey of love.

Recent tired arguement

Stayed alone with itself.

Motion, filled by noise

Where is silence?

Ocean of my fillings on the paper.

I must feel the water – be my hand.

Red leaves of autumn nights

Warm rays of moon lights

Recent tired arguement

Stayed alone with itself.

Blue forest carries cool,

Road is near.

Stop for quench the thirst I can’t

Something disapear – that is why.

(Tim Spirit & Julie White)