Ginger smell

Ginger smell
Is floating around me around me around me
Old wooden cell
hiding story аbout you about u about u
Flying high
there’s no need to look back
We're passing by
the rain in the same mack

future, past and present
converged in your scent
interlaced in a red tape
on your silky tresses
two ripped crocodiles
are flying in the clouds
do u see them, darling?

Bare feet are slowly dancing on my back
do u hear how Rare seeds are germinating through your neck


fly
if u've lost your legs
awake
the night is stealing your dress