Demchuk listening:
Auto Writing:
New life, old roads.
Flames flicker and dance in their own bright.
Swaying, breathing, dancing in their light.
Music lifts our souls and slams our bodies.
Wishing not to be blown out, caught in the rain.
Tears of our Mother as she's watching,
listening to the happiness, embrace the sad darkness.
Swaying in my breeze,
the flames flicker and dance in their own light.
Facing this situation, swaying in my breeze,
Dancing in their light.
2023/03/04 akd
