• angelictune 10w

    Sometime the joy of a rhythm
    To be a conscience of a pure soul,
    Sometime a sense of happiness within its own source
    flows with a sandy soil
    On behalf of my belief
    That the rhythms are still
    And belief is in still
    That the tranquil satire of fragile senses
    Flows toward an earth
    Coils as if the turbulance is over...
    And a joy of hope is still
    Completely still...
    Still in its purest form..
    And within a second of a time
    Suddenly a noise cranks
    Of a coin of belief
    Which is now in a river..
    To be a hope of a rhythm
    Which is flowing as a source...