
How is it like to stroll with no time,
Beyond every image of space
Where the five senses return to their origin,
Melting all colors to the same airy shimmer of stars.
Poetry by Hen Ben‘evgy
Mastering by Robert Trifunović
Beyond every image of space
Where the five senses return to their origin,
Melting all colors to the same airy shimmer of stars.
Poetry by Hen Ben‘evgy
Mastering by Robert Trifunović
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