I gaze atop clouds at the electrical maze
which form vines of light, behind the deep haze
deep in the DNA of New York City
light winds through the BigApple hastily.
Soaring the Night Sky
I gaze atop clouds at the electrical maze
which form vines of light, behind the deep haze
deep in the DNA of New York City
light winds through the BigApple hastily.
Mystical Verse 