To touch, not divide 15 December 2022
Crescent moon Glistens on treetops Blowing winds Change the skies Cloudy landscapes meet our eyes Decanting pearl drops Humans rise Multiple tasks shake Their dark ribs As they stir Notions of a foregone Time While the war bells chime The ground spills Red waters that slide They know not Colours’ calls Crimson landscapes cut our falls To touch, not divide Reading of the poem:
Hans Zimmer – Time
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