It is elevation, the wide adventuring of dreamers canvassed the sweeping murmuration seeking escape. It flagellates spins ozone to frenzied eddie, whips cyclone to vortex, the impetus to sails of ships and troubled seas in midst of tempest, and yet will gently hold a subtle scent and warm the Zephyr's breath. It is the catcher of spells, keeper of zeniths, the substance of prana, the lung, its soft crucible, and in all the days until our death a quiet necessity. What is air and
Delbert Cespedes
@Xgzabeher · 1:01
Adenik. I am absolutely in love with this piece. Every time I hear it, I'm even thankful for swell, because swell McCann, listen it anytime or I listen it. Yeah, I have a piece called Breath of Life. Um, the words aren't as beautiful as they are in this piece, but it's kind of like a similar idea. Beautifully written, beautifully recited, beautifully rendered, work of art