The restless ocean of wandering thoughts breaks the windows of peace. We control the rivers of knowledge as we fall into the trap of the ego - the lack of love counts flowers from digital currencies. We evaporate on the acid of sweet smiles as the sun rises the night.
Source - stetsenko.deviantart.com/art/Night-Elf-Druid-358476854The meaning of empty words in the doctrines of political idiocides falls on the feet of a new spiritual order. Let's talk about the future with our deeds as time passes into an endless hourglass - We are playing related voices on the violin of the soul.
We fall into the traps of the mind, control goes into the illusion of new ideas. Turn the new page of your victory and start the power of truth. We are happy about the material drink and we enjoy the loss of time - life is a serious gift with a heavenly mission.
Forcing the power of the mind, the spirit is more powerful in the communication of the cosmic truth. The green forest of magical oases achieves the balance of spiritual ecstasy - I miss the love of the eternal sun, I miss embrace of sublime personalities.
Source - pinterest.com/sethowens/cosmic-fantasy/
- Original poetry written by @dobartim