I see something that no man sees, an arctic frozen sunset.
I think the sand has turned to snow and snow will surely melt.
“If only” I cried, then I could go and see that.
And no Idea can conjure about the feelings that I felt.
My heart is melting mixing with the silt.
The rivers churn was washed me into the sea.
I’m a small tear drop of water from which an ocean’s built.
My hearts emotion in now a part of cold springs tea.
The swirling, churning, chilly life is filling me with guilt.
But in the end I’ll freeze again and you can merge with me.
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 1:27 AM UTC
I see something that no man sees, an arctic frozen sunset.
I think the sand has turned to snow and snow will surely melt.
“If only” I cried, then I could go and see that.
And no Idea can conjure about the feelings that I felt.
My heart is melting mixing with the silt.
The rivers churn was washed me into the sea.
I’m a small tear drop of water from which an ocean’s built.
My hearts emotion in now a part of cold springs tea.
The swirling, churning, chilly life is filling me with guilt.
But in the end I’ll freeze again and you can merge with me.
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