Narcoleptic Nomad II

I dream of the stones and bricks of Germany…

The resin of the reality sits heavy…

The spirits of those living in light surely out weigh the dark…

May the stones and the mortar hold their truth but flesh and bone clean it’s air…

The battle within its land surely produces an electric love like no kind…

I journey along the street of romance in search of feelings so devine…

Germany and its glorious lands, will always hold me in hands of the devine…

-Madamchryzl-

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