Snowy winds carrying the desert particles
They cloud my vision and rest on the brow
Trees swaying to the tune and sky so close
Leaves chase each other, grass bends over
Psychedelic is the sound in the air today
Wandering minds, faces that call to play
Until the end this paper will keep burning
I will be alive till the windmills keep churning
Trying to find the moment in the moments
Ignore the signs and kiss her on the lips
Gentle was my touch and the taste sweet
Clouds rejoice and shower us their treat
Spending the hours in the holy embrace
Flowing manes clash and feel out of place
The silver line in the cloud is blinding me
It reminds me of the light in tunnel to see
Our spirits take part in a carnival of glee
The hills nod their heads in a winning spree
The drops on my face trickle down to dry
The dust comforts them as they are too shy
Locomotion of love keeps up on the track
Sometimes it touches the station of lust
Where the mind takes over and hearts break
Go down and the earth beneath us shakes
Time so slow I can feel it running along me
Wild is the air, on this road are you & me
The delusional speech follows the lies chest
Senses all down the drain, a glorious fest
There are no witnesses to testify our trial
The music is eternal like the hell pyre
I don't want the world to go dark and bleak
Until the end we possess the wish we seek
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