BLUE CITY EDITORIAL
There is a breeze carried on the seas, soft hint of jewel and cinder
There is a breeze carried on the seas, soft hint of jewel and cinder.
It beckons and swirls, gestures and twirls, and calls thee home to Ind’ia.
She cannot be denied, trust me I’ve tried, the time is nigh just leave.
Turn your back on the world, your spirit unfurled, the light is all you need.
So follow your heart, unlock your mind, your soul knows where to go.
To the land of the sun, and the enlightened ones, ‘neath blankets of indigo.
And as you meander, with bovine’n salamander, your kindreds seek no pity.
For theirs is the life of the chosen few, in the ocean of the deep BLUE CITY….