Higher

			

			feel.. an unkind..

			I know the hands that hold me down..

			a cleaner love.. not pure enough

			a wishfull feeling wash dirt off..

			I caught the moon for you alone...

			you lost it all



			I'm falling higher..

			would you take me down

			I'm falling wider..

			and I have already

			I have already rised



			feel it .. when it hurt..

			is this better or for worse..

			a cleansing breath .. a pure sweetness

			a fading wish reveal regrets..

			I caught the sun for you alone...

			you let it go..



			I'm breathing tide of wind I glide

			as a shining bloom of dandalions..

			reside remorse.. relife as one

			relise the calm and let the tide flow..









				by Kornelius hanssen, crescent

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