Calm wind
That breathes life into these
winter dead trees
And frees that life within

Those early pink flowers
Soothing to the eye
Are born early and early they die
True beauty lies in a short
but colorful life
And we lie, and see where those
lies brought us as here in misery we lie
By the creator we swear
But it is hard to wear a crown of thorns
Torn apart is our soul, weak, with
a gaping hole from deceitful mold
That mould our hope to be full of despair
And all those friends we lost to
that permanent winter
Might just be now small
splinters to the soul
Untold will be some of their tales,
as time scales away
But I know where they are now or
I hope they are there
Waiting to enter one of seven gardens
And some of them might grant
others some pardons

Sad is the night
And moon in all her glory
That soothing light
That has no warmth in it
Not even a bit
But still I sit on this cold roof
And close my eyes to feel
Feel?
To feel what ?
It has been so long
The only emotion I know is sorrow
But it feels good
At least I can still feel
Time is said to heal
So why deal with despair
When heart will itself repair

Those souls
Appear in the dark
I wanna know
How they got her

In all her glory she shines today
For her night is her day
Joyless cold night
Her dim sight
Might wanna go
Sad is her light
Filled with some sorrow
That I can't know
That I won't know

I wanna know
What her secret is
So unknown
Something hopeless
But still has a crown
A crown of light
do I see hope
Or a white rope
Something souless
Or something bold

Good bye cold light
The rain has come

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M         m    Mayhem                            The
W         w     Weird                                 Surreal
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by Jemia 💕

The evening sun pours

a dayful of deep colours –


into the fish pond.