With colours i am singing
that song of hope and love
up in the light sun rising
i saw a trush on the tree
singing a song as a prayer
and i too did exalting nature
i should be humble and thankful
to that pretty spring morning
coming with coloured words
all came easily to my mind
garnishing that praiseful song
merciful to the one who created
all that beauty life coloured
with all the créatures species
colours of light unbelievable
thank you life again and again
till you will wash our hypocrisies
life came from that love who
became now strange to us
people fear it as an illness
humanty will ends without love
it is the end of the colours
without love it's the end of the lights
the dreams and the songs
the end of the ocre human dust
what will remain at the end!
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 4:54 AM UTC
With colours i am singing
that song of hope and love
up in the light sun rising
i saw a trush on the tree
singing a song as a prayer
and i too did exalting nature
i should be humble and thankful
to that pretty spring morning
coming with coloured words
all came easily to my mind
garnishing that praiseful song
merciful to the one who created
all that beauty life coloured
with all the créatures species
colours of light unbelievable
thank you life again and again
till you will wash our hypocrisies
life came from that love who
became now strange to us
people fear it as an illness
humanty will ends without love
it is the end of the colours
without love it's the end of the lights
the dreams and the songs
the end of the ocre human dust
what will remain at the end!
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