12.06.2017, 20:17
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In all things living, the light burns bright.
A passionate fire that consumes the heart.
The Spirit, it radiates not from above.
It is the warmth that draws you ever inward.
Where rest the truest colors of life.
Gold of the organ. Green of the throat. Red of the vein.
The myriad wet rainbow of the Spirit's domain.
A passionate fire that consumes the heart.
The Spirit, it radiates not from above.
It is the warmth that draws you ever inward.
Where rest the truest colors of life.
Gold of the organ. Green of the throat. Red of the vein.
The myriad wet rainbow of the Spirit's domain.