Stop Bleeding!

Stranded as dreams, hopes building up a tree house.
Iceland’s enchantress is marring its beauty,
Blue is now dark, nothing else but a grey hue.
No water left for rain, no clear vision.
Touch, tell me what is it?
Sight, tell me what you see?
Air, can you breath?
Heart, love me, maybe?
Crossing the bar, wheres my pilot?
Peace, grubbing for it.
Silence gives all the answers, delicate as feather.
And this weather of summer is cold enough to freeze the breath.
Light is full of darkness of the reality.
“Moved on where heart giving a call to stop bleeding her name”.


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