Apricot auras,
the air is playful, potent,
we sense the secret.
Time means nothing now,
our bodies have disappeared,
souls are all that stay.
We fit. We’re fated,
just cross over into bliss,
there’s nothing to fear.
Apricot auras,
the air is playful, potent,
we sense the secret.
Time means nothing now,
our bodies have disappeared,
souls are all that stay.
We fit. We’re fated,
just cross over into bliss,
there’s nothing to fear.
I admire the perspective of this piece! Lovely!
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