About a rose forgotten,
Diamond spoke of a tear,
And on clear waters,
Born jubilant, purity swan.
Casta smile, light shaken,
Sharp in the face,
Seeing so much beauty.
Kiss on the cheek
Sun's moribund.
Ave, flowers, stars,
Tears lit.
In sadness, or perhaps
Longing for lost,
Of those not words,
Word buried.
We just words!
The lips are closed
Lip not shout,
What lead in the soul.
And on that pink forgotten
At some bank plaza
Be Saved
Those words.
We will never Let's soul.! |
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