In a fading memory I'm young again
Burning the peony and the patchouli
Getting warm by the fireplace
So far from the troubles I couldn't escape
Reflecting in solitude, happily content
I move with the clock
But my body is frozen with the haunting aura
In a fading memory I'm young again
The day fades to an opaque blue
The shimmer of an iridescent violet
A sacred feeling I can't explain
My words are mouths with no tongues
Drowning in that never-ending blue haze
The day fades to an opaque blue
In a peculiar dream I was a frigid moth
Gloating in my lunar perception
I drank the wells of a forbidden knowledge
Climbing through the dark silence
The day fades to an opaque blue
The shimmer of an iridescent violet
A sacred feeling I can't explain
My words are mouths with no tongues
Drowning in that never-ending blue haze
The day fades to an opaque blue.
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Author:
Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
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