[pale stanza : Gunnar Mothes / bullet art : The Gallery]
These golden fields of summer...
Well,I can smell it's entity
It's an omnipresent state of mind
I tried to flee the factual
And I wished to start anew
But I had to grasp I can't buy time
Not even bows of summer
Are warm enough to melt a soul
That is frozen dead beyond recall
To feel grow dumb true laughter
It means to watch pass by a life
But I cannot change the laws divine
As joy reliefs the pain
A wave of mature grain
Makes me perceive a warm bliss
No open eyes shall see
What brings eternity
Conduct me to the wakeless!
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[pale stanza : Gunnar Mothes / bullet art : The Gallery]
These golden fields of summer...
Well,I can smell it's entity
It's an omnipresent state of mind
I tried to flee the factual
And I wished to start anew
But I had to grasp I can't buy time
Not even bows of summer
Are warm enough to melt a soul
That is frozen dead beyond recall
To feel grow dumb true laughter
It means to watch pass by a life
But I cannot change the laws divine
As joy reliefs the pain
A wave of mature grain
Makes me perceive a warm bliss
No open eyes shall see
What brings eternity
Conduct me to the wakeless!
These golden fields of summer...
Well,I can smell it's entity
It's an omnipresent state of mind
I tried to flee the factual
And I wished to start anew
But I had to grasp I can't buy time
Not even bows of summer
Are warm enough to melt a soul
That is frozen dead beyond recall
To feel grow dumb true laughter
It means to watch pass by a life
But I cannot change the laws divine
As joy reliefs the pain
A wave of mature grain
Makes me perceive a warm bliss
No open eyes shall see
What brings eternity
Conduct me to the wakeless!