blaese torch

heavens open up and the sun shines down and the breeze passing by without a sound so the beats softly cooing in the daylight time and the rhymes flowing out like a freestyle chime as the smoke burns a whole in your fields of dreams and the linen falls apart to the sign of your sleeves the blossoms growing up to the sky above to the clouds soft as down like a little dove and you think to yourself on this sunshine day close your eyes pass you by nothing left to say....