The seagull glides above the sea
It plays with the windy streams
Mother Nature has an own kind language
She don’t need a cultural baggage
Things just happens, without explanations
And often, they surmount our imaginations
Look, everything all around is talking to us
despite we thought there was no chance
Here we are, watching the afterglow
entranced by the unexpected show.
I’m with you, and I’m not speaking,
but we’re fulfilled cause we’re embracing.
Steve Gorn – Afterglow
Colors of the Mind
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