There's a motionless
And another one coming forwardA river of
Hits my chest The green
Is good
You are dressed in
You
The seal of the scorched
The carnal
The star
In you like
The hour
Above an abyss of
The height is clouded by
Their beaks construct the
Their wings carry the
Planted in the crest of
Between firmness and
You
Transparent balance
