The sky paints this transparent scene
The clouds are floating freely
The sun rays pass through the beams
The nature of magical energies
The airwaves sync the melody
The highs & lows flow exquisitely
The ripples are echoing the sea
The ground is rooting my feet
The track is ripping my skin
The layers are burning to thin
The time is watching it still
The drops are cleansing the film
The naked is pure not obscene
The change is to unchain the theme
The patterns are revealing the unseen
The scars are opening the deep
The seam is melting cracked piece
The noise is filtered to peace
The voice I break is to feel
The rhyme I ride is to be
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