Dear Maestro,
Play a tune of life that I will never forget,
for damp is the soul in the cold bleak weather.
I thought of it many times afore;
peaceful is the peace of the end of greed and war.
My mind consists of thoughts, thoughts that envy time,
for it is clear that heavy clouds cover the future,
but that shall not stop the sweet zesty lime,
leaving the bitter taste in my mind.
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 5:56 AM UTC
Dear Maestro,
Play a tune of life that I will never forget,
for damp is the soul in the cold bleak weather.
I thought of it many times afore;
peaceful is the peace of the end of greed and war.
My mind consists of thoughts, thoughts that envy time,
for it is clear that heavy clouds cover the future,
but that shall not stop the sweet zesty lime,
leaving the bitter taste in my mind.
