Dora­lice descends

don´t chase my uni­verse
cause later it´ll snow
in the first hour
like an echo

carry your love to the prince
and ask him for life
like your ent­ire pain
he can see through your eyes

melt with clouds
taste the white
descent into memo­ries
such a great height

who wants some of my burst
thrust for your mind
look around just to see
who´s alre­ady behind