Pink river
Pink petal with a single raindrop put upon
A tear from your cheek runs down inside from
Feeling the rain soaks me to become passion torn
A flood then becomes a river in which life can form
Not in me as my heart and mind are like windmills forever turning yet purpose long ago gone
Try to understand I am a man with a rite to write his love songs
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 6:05 PM UTC
Pink river
Pink petal with a single raindrop put upon
A tear from your cheek runs down inside from
Feeling the rain soaks me to become passion torn
A flood then becomes a river in which life can form
Not in me as my heart and mind are like windmills forever turning yet purpose long ago gone
Try to understand I am a man with a rite to write his love songs
The longest life