rockets, they go as bullets
into empty stars
rockets, they swoop as eagles
losing wings of breath
this world, up on a balloon
filled in rejoice, on rockets
paint a weary wisdom
love, tied on arrows
may find the apple
but for tastes of sandy earth
flowers, they do burst
a hundred honeyed moons
sparkling unknown hearts
a new corner, a new home
every moment
springs, they do shower
angels of peace
a new corner, a new home
every moment
may voices of this soul
erupt in joy to find
in songs of thought
a new corner, a new home
every moment
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