Sunshine, warm like embers,
And wind, tickling my neck;
Blues and greens and yellows,
They dance and they coalesce.
It feels like eternity.
And then I stop and wonder,
“How long have I been tripping?”
big book guy
Sunshine, warm like embers,
And wind, tickling my neck;
Blues and greens and yellows,
They dance and they coalesce.
It feels like eternity.
And then I stop and wonder,
“How long have I been tripping?”
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