pure treasure

• macbethin vanitas albumunden bir parca.
  sozleri:
  
  i’ve found the rarest thing in the world
  a strange fascinating light
  it doesn’t shine
  but it perfumes like a flower
  growing everywhere and somewhere
  
  pure treasure
  like a pearl of dew
  innocent diadem
  of a divine crown
  
  its name is the name of a wind
  with an enchanted breath
  the flap of an angel’s wings
  a flower growing everywhere and somewhere