Ridge (Transmogrify)

Night falls on my angles of miss,

Days  burning just trying escape, 

While asking the spring for the bliss, 

While drawing the hope into shape.

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The flowers turn round to the life 

The Stars are  dancing with Moon.

Whilst time through squares just flies

Still nothing to bring to the tune.

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I am seeking my own on the bridge 

Which drives  to the Sun, far away.

While running to catch  on the ridge

All  senses that kneel me on pray.

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