purple violet breaking the gold sand <br />praising voice in ocean fog <br />his colour is blue, like you're eyes old light <br />barrien on the tingles blood crystal powder <br />not tick, silent, and, death <br />I blowing it and then trying to gropes <br />a broken wave gets louder singing <br />and then that gold sand changed as black <br />his colour is black, like heave acid <br />wilting between the raging seeds of sky <br />not tick, silent, and death <br />then that grass trying to growing between air <br />besides the haze progressively close blessing <br />curing crystal of laureled brown <br />his colour is brown, like slime lamellar <br />breaking the falling rain who curing wound <br />not tick, silent, and death<br /><br />egi david perdana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sparta-praha-books-1-1-lyric/
