Letters to the sun
Write
Writers
Those who write
Those who live rising letters to the Sun
Those we think that loneliness is some kind of place to live
Love, these feeling that burns
Love, feeded by words
Writers rising letters to the Sun
Ink the paper with blooded hands
Writers
Those who write
Never be the same from the day you try
Words dancing life
Linked by hands
Shaped by minds
Writing
Allways by my side
Loneliness
Such kind of place
Such kind of art
Writers
Those who fight to lay close to the stars
With words, not guns
For the writers
For those who write
For those who live rising letters to the Sun
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