I run to the high mountains
I pour my heart out to the skies
I sing of the summer song
While the sky above dances in yellow light.
The cool breeze fools the sun above
Takes a run, wins the mighty fight.
Your light then comes to me with warmth,
A view my heart wants.
Love to me is the song you write.
The tricks you play with the endless sky
And with the icy wind you find a disguise.
You burn me like the sun that burns up
In the blue abyss.
With the ink of my emotions
You write a song of Fire and Ice.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC
I run to the high mountains
I pour my heart out to the skies
I sing of the summer song
While the sky above dances in yellow light.
The cool breeze fools the sun above
Takes a run, wins the mighty fight.
Your light then comes to me with warmth,
A view my heart wants.
Love to me is the song you write.
The tricks you play with the endless sky
And with the icy wind you find a disguise.
You burn me like the sun that burns up
In the blue abyss.
With the ink of my emotions
You write a song of Fire and Ice.
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