Swaying bodies in the heat
Mind is focused and then it's free
Day and night is all the same
Drops of rain where the shadows lay
Aching heart comes home again...
Once again your spirit's high
Not a cloud in the sky
The time will come when we're once more
Will feel our presence no more
Just swaying movements and
the breeze
and
timeless ancient love abyss
by Yuliya Phillips
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