Echoes of the Heart
Bustling through the echoes of the heart.
What comes may lead to a secret garden.
A timid rose beneath the hedges
Fearing to be plucked by a pick.
Flowing waters through the pebbles through all the crevices and lost paths.
The warmth of the shoulders of our land
On which we lay and gaze into the starry nights.
Assuring embraces of the cool breeze
Whispering the buzzes and echoes of tomorrow.
Cradled for the night.
And there she's blown into the wind.
What comes may lead to a secret garden.
A timid rose beneath the hedges
Fearing to be plucked by a pick.
Flowing waters through the pebbles through all the crevices and lost paths.
The warmth of the shoulders of our land
On which we lay and gaze into the starry nights.
Assuring embraces of the cool breeze
Whispering the buzzes and echoes of tomorrow.
Cradled for the night.
And there she's blown into the wind.
Blissful 😇
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