Turfalko

Music is our spice...


Music is our spice

music is lucid dreams

pure awareness

sounds

silence

atmospheric travels

through consciousness


drawn waves

on the sand

new mindsets

emerge

from depth


noises bloom

music softens

fractal motions

in the loom


entwined threads

of minds

tones mutiny

rhythms revolt


wordlessly

voices appeal

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