Nighttiming

Sweeping across the poles
little rays of sun
hit the boulevards
within rose alleys
On a balcony,
or in a cinema of vivre

Ancient gods
are still within
the inner spheres
of reality, which
never ceases to exist

Awaken my son
we are one
You are the sun
and I am here..

Play my son
we are one
You are the sun
and I am there..

In the fields of gold
She dances like
a stargrid,
she found herself
in nighttiming

Bugs and trees
cinnamon bees
set us free!

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