Before my music box unplugs
I would love to sit on thrones
Not to overthrown the King
Nor to question His great realm
But have galaxies on my gaze
With the air coming from my breath…
A friendly storm and iceberg
While my saliva pours down as rains
Demystifying gravity
Picking up things of pretty weights
Not to oppose gravity
But to appreciate and perceive
Up high, I shall understand why
He often spare predators;
But I am on a borrowed life
Ghosts to turn, one day in time.
[…] Source: On his throne […]
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