Airplane lullaby

When else will we meet?
The rains are running, the clock is rushing.
Big star bear
Bear cubs paste in the sky.



By unfaithful signs,
Leave the apron, get on the ladder!
And the cubs behind the comets.
They're in a hurry.

The land is paved with roads
From Rome to the world, from the heart out.
The moon is as heavy as a woman.
Getting on a cloud car.

Direct flight is a direct benefit.
The salon is a third full.
There is no other way out in the sky – light when you can not warm.

Be patient with the quirks of ice,
Write in fine white.
Look at the Big Bear babies.
They're rushing for star milk.



... And nothing's gonna work out.
No fuss, no luggage.
Just a smeared face.
And an unquenchable soul.published



Credit Nika Batchen

P.S. And remember, just by changing your consciousness – together we change the world!

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