Turn off the sound, turn off the sound…
And step aside…Step on the ground,
My sturdy ground that won’t slide
From underneath you, like melting iceberg,
From underneath you- like rotten wood,
From underneath you - like sinking Venice…
Step on the ground where others stood.
In dark and silence,
In dark and silence….
Awaiting kindness of Absolute.
Turn off the sound
© Copyright: Оля Слепченко, 2012
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Turn on the sound,
lay on the ground
and close your eyes,
imagine skies,
and feel the warmth
you laying on
of Mother Nature
Called "The Earth".
Turn on the sound,
and feel this vibe,
and feel the energy inside
you are belonging to this tribe,
A touch of Absolute around
Oh, please, do not turn off the Sound... :)
Денис Саможён 07.11.2012 01:37 • Заявить о нарушении
lay on the ground
and close your eyes,
imagine skies,
and feel the warmth
you laying on
of Mother Nature
Called "The Earth".
Turn on the sound,
and feel this vibe,
and feel the energy inside
you are belonging to this tribe,
A touch of Absolute around
Oh, please, do not turn off the Sound... :)
Денис Саможён 07.11.2012 01:37 • Заявить о нарушении
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