Time and again the sun
been through the black box
and comes out of the dark night
absolutely smelling of roses.
Ah, the dreaming firstlight!
Stunned roses lost for words
every bird wakes up singing a song
but the breakthrough sun won't stop!
The grey twilight is a sigh
the sun vanishes away.
Saves every drop of colour
as if it hasn't got a clue
its far from the shades of the blue.
Deep into the dark black night
the light of the day goes unseen.
There is a sea within!
Wish, if only it can colour in.
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 7:24 PM UTC
Time and again the sun
been through the black box
and comes out of the dark night
absolutely smelling of roses.
Ah, the dreaming firstlight!
Stunned roses lost for words
every bird wakes up singing a song
but the breakthrough sun won't stop!
The grey twilight is a sigh
the sun vanishes away.
Saves every drop of colour
as if it hasn't got a clue
its far from the shades of the blue.
Deep into the dark black night
the light of the day goes unseen.
There is a sea within!
Wish, if only it can colour in.