Rhythms
Naked on Cashmere
Atticus Poetry
5.0 • 572 Ratings
🗓️ 2 September 2019
⏱️ 3 minutes
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| 0:00.0 | Take a deep breath. |
| 0:13.1 | This moment is yours. |
| 0:17.0 | This is naked on Kashmir. There we were making rhythms, jumping ahead of Earth's own heartbeat, setting new time to our universe and we drank it in like warming wine. |
| 0:46.3 | We, the children, running to deserts, pockets full of magic, with whiskey spirits and our souls and our wings. |
| 0:56.0 | Us few the bold, the brave, trodden souls, tobacco stinging bright our gypsy eyes, |
| 1:06.0 | kaleidoscopes reaching fingers through our minds to stir our colored dreams. |
| 1:13.6 | Our dusty hearts set aflame by setting stars and shooting suns. |
| 1:18.6 | And here the sparks became our loves. |
| 1:22.6 | And so with them we danced up |
| 1:25.6 | into airless skies and cloudless nights to make ash angels on moons and snowflakes of Milky Ways. |
| 1:35.1 | Music The The I'm No. I'm I'm |
| 2:18.3 | I'm |
| 2:20.3 | I'm Thank you. |
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