The tranquillity of your touch
Soothing body & eases the mind
Peace at last, life in my cloud
The world lost, forgotten, behind
The tranquillity of your touch
Soothing body & eases the mind
Peace at last, life in my cloud
The world lost, forgotten, behind
Birds make great sky circles of their freedom
How do they do it?
They fall
And in falling, they’re given wings
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