Poetry

Attack me with the kiss of the summer night, conquer me through the free thoughts of the wise saints. The sky cried as we sat on the sunny side of the coast, the power came with the fire of unknown knowledge. We feel the pressure of challenges, the new future wins the old habits of materialism.
We opened our minds to new parachutes, we see big balloons flying on the heads of creative people. The moon has created a new garden for our ideas, we have become creators of limited limitlessness. We stayed behind the curtain of wonder, we woke up in the magical digital age.

The sounds break down barriers of chains that take off our air, we lose reason on for details that bring us results. You gave me the enthusiasm of the source of change, you gave me your hands with diamonds of wisdom. We run through the storms and rejoice in our mistakes that become perfect teachers.