Marching to the pilgrim soul,
In the depths of time infusing to,
Dropping the lips to the source,
Doing what the world is do.
Searching for sanctuary there,
The seeds of bliss to sow,
Forgetting he came from where,
Forgot his the homeland shore.
Infinite the horizon- guest,
It,s the rustling of the world,
The love lives in the chest,
This is beyond any words…
the Falling Soul
© Copyright: Вирус Сознания, 2016
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