When originally the time we were an island.
As the one.
Expotion is during a glance.
The day I marine downside the water.
To discover the prue crystal.
As u fly up to touch sky.
Release the wings into total free clean air.
Then broken island steamed as non-word expotion.
Then u became the bird.
As well shininess of lights turn into sun.
Then I became the fish.
Meditate under the sea.
As well the blue moon speechless immersed romanticly.
In the shadows of my figures
Till once upon a day
The fish stared at the sky and the bird.
With whole curiosity of them
And the bird saw the fish
It laughed at the naive fish
Which likely never been able to close the eyes.
Till once upon a day
The fish desire to stretch out the wings
The elegance of every endless-like moment.
And the bird burnt out all it enthusiasm
Flying down to kiss the bubbles on the surface of sea.
Right on the fish.
The bird and birds sink
The fish and fishes fly away
They sink in the middle
Right between the lowest of sky
And the highest of osean.
That was one day the island
coincided
Striked remains no surplus.
To forget how long they desired ever.
